Make a Left At Snark
I’ve been thinking about what to write next. Nothing has excited me. The thought of going back and finishing Getting Over Mr. Wrong didn’t excite me. *I’d be starting in the freaking middle* Then I got hit with a horrible, fabulous idea…
I won’t write.
I started to twitch. So, maybe not so fabulous of an idea. By this point I’d given up. I’d write 300 words a day and be finished with a book by the time my daughter graduated.
Sidenote: There is something about desperation that gets the muse awake.
A light bulb hit me while I was talking about secondary characters. I thought of the only one who has ever made me see her story. Of course I ignored it. I don’t write my secondary character’s story.
But then like all my story ideas that I never wanted to write it started to take hold. For those of you who read See Megan Run…yeah, you know the witty character with spiked hair that’s a different color. The one who never gets mushy. The one, truly, utterly, dare I say it–SNARKY– person in the cast of thousands. Yes, folks, that’s the one.
And, you know what I’m excited. I can see her now in love and hating every moment of it. Just like the characters I write. She’s perfect. No. Not perfect. Flawed beyond belief. With secrets she hasn’t told me yet, but she wants to.
Since I don’t write secondary characters I tried to push the thought aside. Tried to tamp down the excitement bubbling up to my fingertips. But like all my stories I sealed my fate.
Say hi to Lynne. Yeah, look at her. I’m in heaps of trouble folks.
But before I get to her. I must hit my last item on my to-do list before school starts. Critique.
Oh, and like all stories I never want to write…I got this:
If the embodiment of sin came into the form of a man Nathan Craine was the damn poster child.
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