It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
Tis the season for caffeine-fueled late nights/early mornings, blurry eyed uncertainty, with just a hint of sleep and a dream. A dream to write 50,000 words in 30 days. It can be done. If you forgo sleep, cleaning, and working. Okay, that’s for me, because I’ve never been one to force writing. I applaud those who can, but if I force it, it sucks. It breaks apart and then it isn’t a story anymore and cannot be salvaged. So I usually used the month to focus my overall story and try to write as much as I can. I wrote my first published novel, The Mess We’re In, for the 2015 competition. I’ve written for the organization for several years. I’ve only won two, and yes, well…those stories will never see the light of day. But it was also about twenty years ago when I was younger and working part-time. So now I have to find the time and the inspiration. I’m not concerned with finishing but focusing. That’s where I am right now. I need to focus.
So this is the synopsis-blurp for my NaNoWriMo/WIP:
Lily Shaw and Dutch Sturgess are coping with their new relationship and the demands of Dutch’s acting schedule, which keeps him away for long periods of time. Lily is stuck dealing with Elbis Crowley, the Mayor of Dacre, and the annual Christmas Festival, which Elbis has kindly volunteered Dutch to marshal and recruit celebrities for. As the event nears, a new journalist, Wade Smyth, appears and seems hellbent on keeping Squirrel from opening a juke joint in the old theater. Everything seems normal, albeit irritating, until a body is found in the old theater’s wall and the cold case of Talmadge Bradley, Dacre’s only missing person’s case in a hundred years, heats up…which just pours more moonshine on the fire of the Shaw-Bradley feud.
So who put Talmadge Bradley in the wall and why? Lily and Dutch are determined to find out if they can keep Wade Smyth off their trail and keep the Christmas Festival on track.
I just need to focus…
Until next time…