I’ve done a lot of thinking about my NaNoWriMo project. The Clock Countdown stands at 15 days, and I’m just beginning to revel in the early stages of complete panic.
As far as novel ideas go, mine is pretty tame.
Girl falls in love, finds she is more than she thought, discovers a whole new identity, and saves the day.
Fascinating….and pretty boring.
I’ve wondered for the past two weeks, why it’s taken me so long to get the story out of me, (it’s been an idea sitting in my head for over a year now…) and I’m thinking maybe that’s why.
The story itself just doesn’t excite me.
And if it doesn’t excite me, then what hope do I have in tickling a reader?
I know what you’re going to say. There is time to fix it. I know there is, and I will–and that brings me to the…
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