So I found out about the snowflake method for writing a novel over the weekend. Results so far? The main character in my nanowrimo novel is not the main character of this story. A secondary character actually is. Interesting. I guess I’ll see where this takes me.
I have built my life in such a way that my many side jobs still allow me time to write fiction. No great hand reached down from the sky and made me a writer. I made myself one, by writing. So if this book doesn’t sell, or if it sells and nobody reads it, I’ll write another. And another. And another. Until I write a book that feels truly necessary, that people read not because I want them to, but because it gives them some news about the human heart they can’t get any other way. And then what will I do? That’s easy. I’ll start writing another one.
Yesterday felt like Thursday but it was Wednesday. Today feels like Friday but it isn’t. I’m taking off the real Friday of this week so that I can have 2 Saturdays.
6176. That’s my current word count for nanowrimo. Behind? Yes. Do I care? No. Will I keep writing? Of course!
So earlier this morning, my hometown didn’t have power. Apparently, per the article, it was the entire city of Hamilton. My first reaction was aliens, of course. Small town Ohio is a great hiding spot. No one would suspect, right? I guess I’ll find out if they are still there when I go for a visit for Thanksgiving.
When Ichabod disappears, his wife appears to Abbie in a vision with a warning about the Headless Horseman’s return to Sleepy Hollow. Thanks for watching! Share this one proudly. It’s from our friends at FOX.
Dressed in purple 💜
Season 3 is back tonight! Thanks for watching the season 3 premiere of Hart of Dixie. You unlocked the “Who Says You Can’t Go Home?” sticker! Share this one proudly. It’s from our friends at The CW.