Awaiting my poor sad computer and blank slate.
I toyed with the idea of starting a new project, ditching the rewrite until I felt up to it… but Laney is still knocking on that door, her voice is in my head nearly all the time.
I fear she may be hijacking the story. Before her long wait at the door to her now deceased ex-boyfriend’s mother’s house, with two young kids in tow, she was only a side character, moving the plot along with her overprotective aggression…
Now she wants a real piece of the action, and the next few scenes are all ready to go in my head (and scratched and scattered in a few notebooks).
So this weekend, I continue… this time with frequent back ups!
Oh, and I’m 30 now… but it’s okay, because NANOWRIMO conned me in to finishing a first draft of a novel… so 30 is nothing!