Wednesday, November 17 - 11:45 PM
50,327 words! The minimum goal met! "I hate writing; I love having written." Right? Who said it?
Still a ways to go to complete the draft by month end, but the plot is beginning to wind to a close. I'll put the protagonist through one more set of hurdles before finally easing up. And then the revision fun will start in December, a Christmas treat before getting back to the second thriller (which is probably what I should have been working on for NaNoWriMo, but, you know, it wasn't allowed, and we geezers have to set an example for the non-geezers so they'll do the right thing when they're geezers.)
I'll keep you posted about progress and track it on Facebook; I'll also report in on the NaNo write-ins, if I attend them later this week at the library and after Thanksgiving. I really would like to do that again and meet more people who are involved in this locally. You never saw so much support pouring out of one group of people. You never saw so many words.
But time to get back to regular blog posts, I think, and stop boring you with daily updates about a personal project that's like going to the gym. Going to the gym to the thirteenth power. Thanks for all your support and good wishes!
By the way...it was Dorothy Parker.
Tuesday, November 16 - 11:30 PM
47,475 words.
The plot twists have started to form like little tornadoes on the page, with more people drawn into the story's cover-up, its central secret. This is where the process actually gets fun for a few days, as you try to piece together your own puzzle. I think it's time for my index cards again, or another Excel spreadsheet, to keep the twists straight.
The sprinting technique worked well today again. Another WriMo reported 400+ words in ten minutes, which is definitely realistic. I know many people might perceive word counts and these mini-sprint deadlines as being counter-productive to the creative process, or inhibiting.
I'm finding just the opposite. Once you use the technique a few times, it can actually stimulate the creative process. And if your internal editor can hold its breath for those same ten minutes, I think you'll frequently be surprised at what comes out -- and how it comes out. It can be a real revelation, and though it takes a few attempts to get used to the feel of it, I really would encourage you to try it.
Doing this in a roomful of 100 people with music playing is a different story, but I'm hoping to get back to a few of the public writing sessions in the city between now and month end.
Monday, November 15 - 11:58 PM
45,461 total word count.
I love that point with a novel or short story where every idea just gets sucked right out of your head. It's like that episode of Star Trek where Dr. McCoy is performing brain surgery on Spock...and then forgets how to finish. Despite so many commonalities, our writing processes also have their own special idiosyncrasies -- like a fear of spiders or a taste for yams. It's another good reason to use outlines -- they can keep you on track through episodes of this kind of burnout. Mine saved me today.
The plot took a little twist today, where a minor character introduced something at least as sinister as what the Mom in the story is doing. Nothing planned -- it stemmed from a specific section of dialogue that I hadn't yet finished. A nice surprise that stems from spending some time in your characters' shoes, thinking from their point of view, and considering what's at stake for them, what they might do to protect it. Makes a huge difference to your understanding of who the people on the page really are.
Sunday, November 14 - 9:28 PM
Day off to enjoy with out-of-town buddies what may be the last warm-weather weekend of the season. Back to it tomorrow!
Saturday, November 13 - 11:56 PM
42,458 total word count. Was able to sneak some time in last night and tonight.
I sat down today without knowing what chapter I would work on, and just randomly picked one. I started writing random lines of dialogue, unsure of how to begin, and adding short descriptions of things in the room. Pretty soon they started to join together. I had the chapter's opening line, and while I tried a couple of different endings, I liked one better than the other and left it there.
It really amazes me how the ideas come, and sometimes how naturally they seem to come, after just sitting down and starting, even when initially unsure of how to proceed. I've blogged this before, but I wish there was a way to convey to writers and writing students with issues of procrastination, and I include myself in that group, how critical it is simply to begin, even if it's to write random thoughts about what characters are doing or saying. These individual lines so quickly bind together to create scenes, and often lead in directions or grant insights that were not expected. I just have the one novel so far, so I'm hardly an expert, but man if this doesn't happen more times than it doesn't. It's like watching snow accumulate.
We all have bad days writing. I was in a fog most of yesterday after an inexplicably sleepless night, and although I tried to concentrate, I found that all I could really look at was the outline, and not even that for very long. Life interferes, life distracts, and other hours are lost, whether to brief illness or discomfort, school and work, or other obligations. The point is to keep at it, and accept that not everything will go the way you plan it. It's a very good sign when it doesn't, a sign that your story is breathing on its own. Push past that resistance, let your stories carry you part of the way, and you'll see them come alive.
NaNoWriMo reports a 2010 word count total of 1,251,762,334.
Friday, November 12 - 9:10 PM
Day off for needed chores and errands, so I'm still at 40,304 words. Working on updating the outline.
The dust that collects in New York City apartments over a two-week period is like another life form.
Thursday, November 11 - 11:51 PM
40,304 words.
My internal editor was a caterwauling brat today. A few surprises with some scenes I hadn't planned for in the outline (good surprises), and tomorrow I'll address the second major plot point.
There will be much to add once I reach the 50K mark, mainly to show character and insulate some of the action against too fast a pace. I'm thinking the story will need about 90,000 words to be told completely, and will plan on getting through as much of this first pass this month as I can.
The scenes with Mom are more interesting to write, as she has to be villainous and manipulative without anyone plunging into parent-child histrionics. Interactions are calm so far, which to me makes them a little more chilling. I wanted to research whether the subject of maternal jealousy toward their daughters is a subject that has been dealt with thematically (and seriously) in young adult literature, even though mine is not a young adult novel. There is a surprisingly low number of online citations, although I understand this is a fairly common teen-age complaint, and one that can be quite destructive to a kid's self-esteem.
Is this really just an isolated issue, or does no one like to talk about / admit it? It seems to be socially taboo.
There are a couple of books out there, so I think I'll have a look.
Wednesday, November 10 - 11:26 PM
38,461 words.
Giving the mother a disorder = bad idea. Too easy. Watched the first half of Now, Voyager to reconvince myself that the simple mind-tripping and controlling reasons are enough. Now, one thing to make her a little sympathetic...but I may already have that.
Revised a few scenes today and resequenced the sections that deal with the truth -- the circumstances of the car accident that is the central plot point -- coming out for the first time. To create additional pressure for the minor protagonist, I'll be introducing 1-2 additional peers who also encourage her to remain silent about it. And of course, there needs to be texting, I think, to keep things real, but I shall defer to the opinions of certain nieces and nephews for authenticity on this point.
It's very difficult to resist the tendency to revise work the next day. This is my usual habit, to read over the previous day's work and make edits the next day before continuing. But I'm not supposed to do that here -- so my revision journal continues to grow, inconsistencies and all. It'll be interesting to see if the corrections will be easier to make at the end of the process because they'll be more effectively vetted. I suspect they will also take less time,
We'll see!
Tuesday, November 9 - 10:40 PM
34,866 words. With long writing projects, sometimes you develop little peccadilloes in your style that can infiltrate the piece before you know they're there. My bad habit this time is beginning sentences with "And" or "But." I noticed it today.
I didn't have this habit in college or even graduate school. I had professors who were sticklers for this kind of thing and would have red-lined me to the gates of hell. And I know I didn't just develop it this month, or else I could just blame speed writing and forget about it once December 1 rolled around. I don't think I'm trying to inflate my word count subconsciously, either, but just to be safe, I'll edit them out before it's submitted for verification -- there are probably about seventy or eighty.
Conjunctions are comforting. They make writing sound conversational. Trouble is, this habit comes out to play when I'm writing exposition, not dialogue. And if it belongs anywhere, it's in dialogue. An article I read recently stated that many bestselling authors recommend avoiding most compound sentences, even those that read, "Lighting a cigarette, he started his car," because theoretically you can't do both at exactly the same time. Am I trying to compensate by sticking a period in there, and just leaving the words intact?
The characters took a turn today I'm not sure I like, but I'll stick with it for a few more chapters to see how it goes. In looking for a motivation for the mother's jealousy, I wanted to see how it would work if she had a real disorder, which would also explain behaviors and interactions that are increasingly risky and erratic. But it seems that it may be the motivational equivalent of Deus ex machina. I think the old-fashioned "tripping" may be the better solution, although the interesting thing about introducing a real disorder is that the mother can have actual delusions about what's going on with her daughter, lending a bit of mystery to the plot until the mother's unreliability is proven. I don't know. Feels strange, like a breach of the space-time continuum, the second of the day.
Monday, November 8 - 10:00 PM
31,851 words. Researched skid marks (the kind tires make, not the other kind), yaw marks, aggravated vehicular homicide, crush injury, rhabdomyolysis (rapid breakdown of skeletal muscle), and how best to dry orchids (in silica gel). I'm exhausted!
I also had to read a little about parental jealousy (most typically a mother's jealousy of a child) and how it comes about. Most parents vehemently deny ever feeling it, at least publicly, since these feelings are considered a social taboo -- but it is surely out there and affects a lot of kids. It's an interesting subject, and involves all sorts of heinous things like sabotage and mind tripping and inflicting feelings of low self-worth. It's often exacerbated by a child's closeness with another parent or guardian.
It's tricky stuff and needs a light hand, and so I spent some time thinking again about motivations. Why would this woman act this way? Why would she not want the best for her daughter, actually wish burdens on her? Are her own deprivations (real and perceived) and low self esteem sufficient for her to "act out" in early middle age the way she might have done as a teen-ager if she'd had the chance? I'm betting yes, but I'll need a ruling from the center court psychological judge. Good thing there's one in the family!
Sunday, November 7 - 11:55 PM
Made the goal for the week, and currently stand at 28,296 words. Late start today, because I spent about two hours revising some of the last sections. What can I say? I'm an old dog.
A funny things happens at about the 20,000 word mark. Details start to occur to you in the frenzy of composition. Today they were like bullets being fired. I must have written four pages of notes in the revision journal -- details about the characters, what other characters know about them, and what are the things that finally push these people to the edge, and to that second major plot point. The details are richer than in the preliminary outline, sometimes even richer than what's in the first draft. I can start to see the story gaining some depth, and the characters growing more complex, more conflicted.
Of course, this usually precedes one or more plot epiphanies, during which you realize there's something amiss in the flow of the story's action, and then the details stop firing while you steam out the plot wrinkles.
But I'll worry about that next week.
The national website -- it really should be international -- indicates that, over this weekend, the aggregate number of words written for NaNoWriMo reached half a billion.
Saturday, November 6 - 11:04 PM
Up to 24,767 words today, along with a reminder about conflict.
When you really start to get to the heart of your story, you'll find that the central conflict is not just an event or an internal struggle, but how that event or struggle continues to build and resonate for your characters, particularly your protagonist, until it reaches its apex. If it's just a singular occurrence or realization, or one so small that its reach is short, you'll quickly run out of steam.
Think of conflict as a black hole. A black hole draws other things into it, swallows things up, and causes more distant things to feel its gravitational pull. Or, think of the ripples caused by tossing a stone into a lake.
I had an event happen in the story today, something peripheral to the major plot points, but I took some time to think about how I could tie it more closely to the moral and emotional struggle that this character's daughter would soon face - a major plot point. This peripheral event, a sub-plot related to one of her parents, became another "stressor" for the young girl because she became a witness to it, one of many things that will contribute to the severity of her pending emotional crisis.
The more connectivity you have like this, the less likely your individual scenes will seem disjointed, gratuitous, or unnecessary.
Friday, November 5 - 10:34 PM
20,746 words has gotten me through the first of two major plot points. What a week. Does anyone else get lost in their villainous characters? What a pig this one is.
Today it was easier to stop editing, particularly (like yesterday) scenes heavy with dialogue. I have a feeling this will continue to get easier. It finally sunk home that the ability to keep moving forward is just another kind of discipline, and may even be advisable in cranking out a first draft. I remember with the first novel that I looked at the story differently once it started to land on paper. You realize where the small gaps are, and what has to be foreshadowed. At this point, the characters start to direct some of their own fate and tell you what they need. Details about them start to emerge and have to be captured. You begin to answer more intuitively how they will handle a specific situation, or react to it.
Outlines are a great tool, at least for me, but they don't get you to this point. Only the writing gets you there.
Another good technique to use is the "swiss cheese" approach used in tackling project management problems. You may not know how a chapter begins or ends, but chances are you know how you want part of it to unfold, even if it's only a couple of lines of dialogue. Start there. And then write something else you're pretty sure about -- maybe it's a description, or a detail about what a character is wearing. And keep going, because the more holes you can knock in the wall that is the chapter or the paragraph or the section you're trying to write, the easier it will be to see, and write, what connects them.
National NaNoWriMo reports an aggregate international count of over half a billion words as of Day 5.
Friday, November 5 - 10:30 AM
Today I've started a revision journal to keep track of the things I want to review or change in December, and what do you know? Getting those things down on paper helps to placate the internal editing whack-a-mole that keeps popping up for a session of WriMo-plasty.
Short scenes or conversations that are needed to bridge certain actions continue to be added to the outline, which has been a dynamic document for me, but so far is holding up relative to major plot points, who the characters are, and who's involved in what specific actions. It's the small scenes, the bridges between certain actions or reflective periods that get scribbled down after key chapters are written.
My young protagonist's mother is turning out to be a real piece of work. I have to be careful not to unravel her pathology too quickly, and pace not only her revelations about herself and how she sees her family, but how she acts out her resentment, and what her particular showstopper is relative to the story's crisis involving her daughter -- the conflict that sends these characters into their spiral.
Thursday, November 4 - 9:15 PM
Rained all day, and chilly, so I'm up to a total of 16,679 words after a productive, 4,500-word day. It was dialogue day, which I can write much faster than exposition or description. I'm ready to tackle the story's major plot point, and looking forward to getting to that tomorrow.
I can't decide whether it's a blessing or a curse to know how much I can produce in one day if I'm working on only one thing and have nothing else to get done, like laundry or squeezing in a workout or going out on a consulting engagement. I'm sure the stats would make an editor or publisher happy, but such a pace has to be able to be sustained to make them really happy. After just four days, I know there will be an internal pressure to navigate 3-4 days a week that are "free" of administration, consulting work, laundry, cooking, seeing friends, and just taking some time for myself to learn a sonata or make a Christmas list -- if I want to keep this up.
I think of all the writers I'm meeting that balance a family life, an unrelenting full time job, taking care of their kids and pets and aging parents -- and still they manage to post a word count and get stories written and published. It's so much harder than what I'm doing with a little chunk of truly free time. So my hat's off to them, particularly in this month-long effort, for taking the time and sticking with it, for continuing to climb into that attic or spare room or favorite chair no matter how tired they are, and getting the job done.
The reported, international aggregate count stands at more than 417 million words.
Thursday, November 4 - 12:00 PM
Good writing weather - steady rain under dark clouds. I really should live in Seattle. Allowed myself one small diversion yesterday and picked the sheet music for a Schubert piano sonata off the Internet (one movement of the the A major sonata was the theme song to the TV show Wings). I don't practice much any more, but think I can still pound this out -- we'll see. Unlike outlines, printed notes don't change. An easier target to hit, and a beautiful piece of music.
Off to the mines.
Wednesday, November 3 - 10:00 PM
A good, productive day. Really trying to knock out about 4,000 words a day for the first week to get some breathing room so I can attend some of the gatherings here in the city. 4,000 words takes me about eight hours, but I'm still editing as I go along (as I always do), stopping to reread sections and add descriptions or dialogue instead of just plowing forward. My best laid plans to stop this keep getting waylaid, and I'm beginning to wonder about breaking the habit. Still, the sprints tend to show what we're capable of. Like piano scales, the more you do them, the faster the pace. So I time my own at a couple of points during the day, and maybe after a week or so, I'll be able to invoke longer ones.
I am pleased with the story. It has already surprised me in a few spots (which surprised me). The characters got a little darker today (wanna guess which ones?), and a couple of turns are making the stakes for the young woman a lot higher. You always want to stakes to be high -- put the characters through their paces and force them to make harder and harder decisions. We're probably not supposed to be too worried about character development and motivations at this point in the project, because these elements are so often affected by changes in plot, but for me, it's right on the front burner. This is why the editing doesn't subside. The good news is that, if I finish and make the target word count, some of this "fiction administration" will have already been taken care of during November.
The outline helps to keep me on track. Say what you want about outlines, but they really help to ground the writing when it needs grounding, and are flexible enough to steer around the roadblocks thrown up by your characters.
Will probably get to the story's first crisis point tomorrow or Friday. It is the event that turns the story sharply in another direction, and will set the tone for the rest of the book.
To my buddies, good job, everybody! You're doing great, so keep smilin'!
12,125 words.
Wednesday, November 3 - 9:33 AM
So I stopped writing last night around midnight, went into my kitchen, and found 37 little rum raisin truffle centers in pretty little rows, on cookie sheets, on parchment, on the countertops, little mini compact Red Bulls awaiting their final chocolate coating. I had completely forgotten about them.
We are working on our chocolate tempering skills for the holidays.
For those of you who know how what a tricky pain this is, I had a little unwanted bloom (grey discoloration of the chocolate) on the last batch and wanted to see if I could correct it, which involves cooling heated chocolate to the right four-degree temperature window and keeping it there. Many similarities to plotting fiction. Long story short, they're in Tupperware. Still waiting. Except now there are only 34, a Very Puzzling Inventory Shrinkage indeed.
Anybody want to predict what this day will be like?
Tuesday, November 2 - 11:56 PM
Beautiful autumn day in NYC, about 6 or 8 degrees above freezing, not a cloud anywhere. Had to dress warmly to go out this morning. The great thing about modern technology is that, with so many people wearing earpieces and talking into tiny phone devices, no one can tell a writer speaking draft lines of dialogue aloud from any other idiot on the street. Or on a running track. I have to watch it when the plots turn to homicide though.
I'm really glad I just read a short Richard Yates novel (Cold Spring Harbor), because I realized something about technique for shorter pieces. You can leave out a lot. You don't have to report anything on days that are missed along a timeline if nothing happens to advance the plot or reveal your characters, especially if a specific event has already been mentioned or foreshadowed, and is anticipated by the reader. This actually has the effect sometimes of shrinking the timeline, because to go too long between scenes is awkward anyway.
So I'm back to my movie analogies again. If this new novel were being filmed, what scenes would be most critical to convey? Writing the brief revelatory bits within other scenes -- which Yates does extremely well in Cold Spring Harbor and in Revolutionary Road too-- is a major goal for me. I read somewhere, and maybe it was on a NaNoWriMo post, that you never hear about or see anyone using a toilet on Star Trek. Same concept, "fictional overshare." It is possible to show or tell too much, so that's what I'll try to avoid with a target word count in view.
So many people from Knoxville in one Facebook reporting group! It's beginning to sound like the Iowa City of Tennessee with all the writing that's going on down there. Awesome.
The national organizers said that more than 55 million words were reported as having been written on Day 1 worldwide.
Laryngeal surgery on my internal editor did not go well. I still hear the voices. "Tomorrow is another day."
Time for Leno. I'm at 8,025 words, end of Day 2.
Tuesday, November 2 - 10:00 AM
So much for morning discipline. So it's up to the Central Park Reservoir first for a little workout. The job today is to perform a laryngectomy on my internal editor (the voice that tells me to keep redoing what I've just written). The "writing sprint" exercise is a great way to start -- just write and keep writing for 10-15 minutes without stopping, which keeps your internal voice mindful of the scalpel, and in check. This is a good way to warm up for anyone, actually, no matter what you're writing.
Monday, November 1 - 10:00 PM
Just got back from the kickoff gathering in Manhattan, which was held in the upstairs seating area of a deli a few blocks away from Grand Central Station. Delis in New York are not always these little hole-in-the-wall, no-chair places. Some are pretty big.This one seemed about half the size of a Hyatt Grand Ballroom.
Walking in, I wondered if there would be a sign, or how else I would be able to tell which tables the group had reserved. I got upstairs, and all I saw were laptops flipped open on shared tables. Half the room was full, and within the next half hour, it maxed out with 100-125 keyboard-pounding, Hershey kiss-snarfing writers who knew at once they were not in this thing alone.
A NYC cop walked in at one point -- seemed as if the poor guy came to this deli, his haven, every night (and it was in the low 40's tonight, too) -- and had no place upstairs to eat before he went back out to protect us from the city's scum. For a minute he looked really puzzled, as if he'd stumbled across some menacing, Cyber-hacking cult. But I guess we all looked too happy, and no one was screaming, so after a minute or two, he went back downstairs.
Someone else came upstairs to eat and asked what we were doing. "We're writing novels," someone shouted, and the woman nearly dropped her tray when the room broke into laughter. Even in New York, that response never would have been expected!
Writing "sprints" -- 10-15 minutes intervals where you just write as much as you can -- yielded one writer who produced 1,025 words, a new land speed record. 4-5 others were over 500 words. I'm going to have to practice. Even in the master workshops I've taken, we never topped 500.
I really encourage you to seek out these meetings in your communities. Noisy? A little. Cramped? Yes. Fearful of getting something spilled on your PC because of a wobbly table ("Can't I just rinse the coffee off my mother board")? Certainly. But when you can sit face to face with other writers who talk about having to carve out these hours for themselves, who tell you their stories, you can't help but feel supported and energized by all the dreams coming true in that room. Writing is so isolating, but this effort is bringing people together in ways I'm sure few of us first-timers ever imagined.
I'm at 4,102 words for the day, after four sessions.
Have a great afternoon (to my WriMo buddies Down Under), and a great night here.
Monday, November 1 - 12:00 PM
Finished a rough outline and got started with a late-night session at around 12:30 AM. I actually managed my first morning (post sun-up) fiction-writing session in a good long time, since I'm usually on the afternoon / late night-dawn schedule. I started a few chapters into the story instead of at the beginning, to get to a section where all key characters were interacting, talking. A gamble, but it has solidified their personalities a little, which will make the first couple of chapters, which includes background information, easier to write later. Here's hoping, anyway.
There's something about speed writing on this kind of schedule. It forces you to get to the point quickly and move forward. There is time to add emotional responses and inner dialogue and reflective observations and complete dialogues. But it feels more efficient. Instincts feel sharper because I'm spending less time ruminating about an exact word or phrase. Words are coming from a more visceral place. They were more honest.
But I'm still in the Enchantment phase and the energy has been pent up for a few days. It'll be interesting to see if the technique of just plowing forward continues through the week. I have a feeling that the shadow of Everest will soon be darkening my door.
What an incredible sense of camaraderie, though, that stems from knowing there are thousands of people around the world toiling with their pens and pencils in pursuit of the same goal. When I finally went to sleep, it was with an acute awareness that so many others were at work on their stories, by the light of a lamp or a candle or the sun. Their settings are as varied as any village or town or city we live in. What would it be like to read them all?
Sunday, October 31 - 10:30 PM
I feel like I'm starting a new job tomorrow, that nervous excitement. I have to resist the pull to get started early (against the rules), so I'm watching The Haunting on TCM, which is better than caffeine for ensuring a sleepless night -- great scary Halloween movie. Three other co-conspirators (that I know of) are in this with me -- two Fiction Writing Junkies and a good friend / workshop buddy who would be a Fiction Writing Junkie if he had a Facebook account. Maybe in December...
Sunday, October 31 - 3:30 PM
A few writer buddies and I -- including a couple of Fiction Writing Junkies followers on Facebook -- have taken the pledge and will be participating in National Novel Writing Month, which starts November 1. This project requires each of us to write 50,000 words of a new novel in 30 days, and though previous outlines and research are allowed (I lucked out there), the actual writing should be new -- that is, not already written. Those in Australia have already started!
It's pretty neat how this began several years ago (in San Francisco, talk about good karma). It now garners national media and bookseller attention, with indie booksellers and libraries "hosting" groups of writers, sometimes even loaning PCs, as we pursue that word count. Quantity is emphasized over quality -- meaning we just try to churn out a sizeable draft without stopping for much editing or revision, which is a good way to begin. Anyone who finishes and has their word count verified by the administrators is declared a "winner" and gets bragging rights for having accomplished their goal.
I'll post a report of daily progress to this blog entry throughout the month, so you probably won't be seeing any other new blog postings for the same amount of time. (I still have to make progress on the next thriller that actually has been started, which should be interesting, working on both at the same time. What have I done to myself?)
So what's the new novel about?
I had done a rough outline about 3 years ago and then put it aside to work full-time on Shakedown. I hadn't looked at it until Friday night, and was surprised at how complete it was. Its working title is A Lonely Place (which will obviously be changing -- too sentimental -- but I ain't revising yet).
It's about a lower middle class family on the verge of bankruptcy who decides to house sit one summer for a relative in a Hamptons-like place. There, they hope, they can regain their bearings and sort through their options. Initially contemptuous of the people they meet, the parents get caught up in a society lifestyle they hardly know, but come to envy and want -- even when a devastating secret threatens to destroy their daughter's life.
It's not a young adult novel, although one of the main characters is a 17-year-old young woman. Ordinary People was about a young man's guilt and healing after the accidental death of his brother, but we suspected from the beginning he would be okay. What resonated were the parents who realized they could no longer maintain the masquerade that their lives had become. Conceptually, I always thought this lifted it out of exclusive "young adult" territory.
I look forward to seeing if my outlined premise stays intact. You know how it is with outlines: everything starts changing once the writing begins. Should be an interesting, excruciating month.
But a lightning bolt is going to land in my living room, because my Mom, who was wonderful, would want to know what exactly I have against women in my stories. They're either shrews or dead, gross, evil, selfish -- not like my Mom at all (more like one or two bosses I've had, actually). The next thriller might redeem me, but not soon enough. Sorry, Mom, just remember, it's only a rough draft. Plenty of time for redemption.
8 1/2 hours to liftoff.