I just thought I would let you know that in case you got up this morning and were confused about what day it was. Now I have done my good deed for the day and can sleep easier knowing I have made the world a better place.
Last month, I mentioned that November was National Novel Writing Month. Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook and Twitter have seen my updates about how I am doing. I must say, I am doing better than I thought I would be doing at this point. 36,578 words out of 50,000. Will the entire story be done by 50,000? Nope. Have I had fun doing it? Yes, I have. After pre-writing doubts about the support I would get from my husband and son, they have been enthusiastically cheering me on every day, even ordering me to write when I have slacked off. My son has been more involved with the actual story writing process, however. He has been giving me suggestions on how to make it more exciting.
“You need to blow something up, Mom.”
“Why?” asks his clueless mother.
“Because it would be really cool!”
(I pause here to point out that the title of my story is “Good night, Sleep Tight, Don’t Let the Stalkers Bite”, so a car explosion is something that would be feasible.)
My main character, Charlie, has a fondness for all things purple. I have no clue where she gets this from (be quiet, James!). She owns a classic purple Volkswagon Beetle. Okay, she DID own it. I blew it up. The kid was thrilled.
“That was awesome, Mom! Blow up her house next!”
“But I was going to have her ex-boyfriend drive his truck into the house.”
He thought about it a moment. “Into or THROUGH the house? I think THROUGH the house would be so cool!”
Kid lost that argument. I drove it into the house.
“Did you at least park it in the kitchen?”
“Yes.”
“COOL!!!”
There is also an evil neigbhorhood cat named Blinky. James thinks I need to make him talk. James lost that one, but Blinky does have a very evil glare and a sinister smirk.
Am I enjoying this story? Eh, could be!
Will there be a sequel?
You betcha!
What will happen to Charlie next?
Well, since they were going to demolish the house anyway, I saved them the trouble.
I burned it down.
Author Teresa Watson 