I can’t believe it. I was doing the dishes on Friday evening after coming back from my hike with K and E when this story idea just popped in my head. I never get story ideas. Well, not unless I’m just writing down my thoughts and they happen to form a story by sheer dumb luck. That didn’t work out too well for me during last year’s NaNoWriMo; that’s how you end up with Paris Hilton crashing a party with Justin Timberlake, dancing on tables and sending dishes flying. How could I? Don’t ask. I just vow never to do it again. Here’s what I know about my next project, as I just wrote on my NaNoWriMo profile:
There’s a girl who doesn’t fit in. There are parents who can’t stand each other. There’s a red dress. There’s real life. There’s an elephant in need of adoption. There’s pain and there’s healing. One of the characters is an artist. One of the characters is an insufferable bitch. There’s a trip to Sri Lanka. Not necessarily in that order.
Who knows where it’ll all lead to? At least I’ve got something to work with this time. And I’m already in love with one of the characters (hint: the one who’s not human that I did a Thursday Thirteen on a while back) and I’m already hating one character so I should have fun writing about them both. We’ll see how it all pans out. I haven’t decided yet whether I’ll post my progress on my NaNoWriMo blog, called fifty thousand words. Maybe a few excerpts here and there to keep my fans wanting more. Ha.
Illustration: Courtesy of Tamsin Ainslie @ tamainslie.blogspot.com