|Hello, brick wall, my old nemesis. . .|
Friends, campers, writermen, lend me your ears,
I come to burrow in words, not to flail in the haze of them. . .
Hmmm. Yeah, no. Sorry about that. Don't mind me.
Hey, so long time no see!
But I know that for many of you, it's Nanowrimo month and you're nearly half way through...
I have been, uh, writing, if not exactly Nano'ing...
I wrote a mess of a 3,500+ word short story (adult, not YA) which was a huge accomplishment for me as I am terrified of them (been reading some Cheever and Carver and trying to unravel the mystery of what a short story is -- and is not). It was a cool exercise. The opening looks like this:
I hope to go back to it one day soon and reorganize, revise and flesh out. There were things I really liked about it.
Then, I started a new YA novel. . . the opening few paragraphs/pages were sheer writerly glory - writing with abandon, lost in the moment of a mood and image I wanted to convey . . and then I hit the brick wall. Way sooner than I had hoped. The brick wall that looks sort of like this:
|Meep sticker designed by David Lanham.|
So, without further ado, here's the ridiculously rough vomited opening to a thingy I am working on that will most definitely change over time:
See you all in the comments!