This is Chester. He’s pushing his luck.
Yes, he had finally made up with my 15-year-old granddaughter, but no, he cannot sleep on her pillow.
After getting admonished for sitting on the settee, he had now got a second serve for sleeping on her pillow.
Looks like it’s back to his chair!
So, finally, the plan is working.
The story is progressing and I can see, for the moment, that the story is heading in the right direction.
Of course, in saying that, it might just jinx the project.
There was a small moment of hesitation though, one of those, perhaps this might be a better way moment that caused a brief stoppage while I considered the consequences.
Then I just added another sticky note to the four hundred others lining the monitor and nearby shelves and went back to work.
Got to get those 1,667 words written.
This is Chester. He has broken the agreement we had when we first bought the settee.
No cats allowed to sit on it.
Pleading will not cut it. He is in serious trouble.
No. You cannot plead your case with Rosemary.
Yes. Hang your head in shame.
And get off the settee now!
David is a man troubled by a past he is trying to forget.
Susan is rebelling against a life of privilege and an exasperated mother who holds a secret that will determine her daughter’s destiny.
They are two people brought together by chance. Or was it?
When Susan discovers her mother’s secret, she goes in search of the truth that has been hidden from her since the day she was born.
When David realizes her absence is more than the usual cooling off after another heated argument, he finds himself being slowly drawn back into his former world of deceit and lies.
Then, back with his former employers, David quickly discovers nothing is what it seems as he embarks on a dangerous mission to find Susan before he loses her forever.
Planning is fine but it’s not much good if you are up against a deadline, with only the barest of outlines to work with
I know where this story is going to end up, that isn’t going to change, but some elements of it might. That’s the ramifications of yesterdays tangent.
I guess writing a story is always a fluid situation, but it’s a first for me.
I’m generally a fly by the seat of my pants writer so let’s see where this takes me.
For now, it’s back to the pen and paper.
I haven’t written my quota of words for today yet.
I thought I had this under control.
After all, for the first time, I had a title, a plan, a synopsis, and was ready to go. I’ve never tried to write a novel this way before.
Of course, it NANOWRIMO 2019. and yo write 50,000 words in a month you need a plan. Ad-hoc writing just doesn’t get it done.
Even though for the previous two years, it has.
So, I start writing.
Then, damn it, I get another idea, and off I go on that tangent.
The plan’s now looking like it needs an update.
Didn’t plan for that, did I?
Oh, well, day 1 down, 29 more to go, perhaps tomorrow will be better.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 