Here’s a book cover I made for fun.
Yes, the title is different. I haven’t quite settled on it yet. All my possible titles are:
Learning to Breathe
Wanting Aura Back
Making the Right Choice
Holding It Together
My new word count:
Plot: there is none because it turns out I’m writing Lit Fic, at least according to this: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3286143 and this
Yesterday, meaning Sunday (because it’s now quarter to one in the morning Tuesday), I wrote a very powerful/emotional/sad scene and I am so proud of it. See, my character’s older brother, Liam, refused to tell me his past, his secret. Something had happened, and he needed to tell his family what that was.
He couldn’t hide it anymore, but when I got to it, I didn’t know what to write. I struggled with that scene, and proscrastinated, but eventually, it clicked. It made sense. That’s why he didn’t want to talk about it, because it’s so traumatic. I feel all giddy now just thinking how good it felt to find that out. And liberating it felt to write that scene, tears running down my faces.
I kind of… like crying for/with my characters. It means that their emotions are powerful enough for the reader to feel it. Whether or not this is actually true will have to wait until I’ve written the 1st draft and edited at least twice. Then I’ll give it to family and friends and wait.
Even though I don’t really know where it’s going, and I have a feeling I won’t have 50 000 by the 30th, I still love my novel. That’s a good sign though, right?
Anyway, my ultimate goal is 75 000 words by the 25th of December, to celebrate 2 years of writing. I probably didn’t mention this, but I’m 15, turning 16 next March, so I started writing when I was 13.
How I started writing, should that be another post? Yes. Coming soon: my history with stories and books and writing. Maybe tomorrow.