I should have done this a long time ago. I mean I know I liked to write, but I never thought I could have spun a tale into an actual fictional story, even one I know fairly intimately.
My word count is 3766 and by and large, it doesn’t suck as bad as I thought it would. What’s more, I’m not neglecting the house or the kids. I write for about an hour, then I do a chore and take care of the kids for a bit, then go back to write.
So…right now, Maggie Frances has gotten through the application and interview process, but has to take a polygraph test. She is very nervous about it, so she decides to ask George to go out for a drink with her to talk about what it will be like and in doing so, she gets a little flak from her mom about going out on a weeknight, yes, even though she’s 24 years old and should be able to make some of her own decisions, she’s treated like a child, and in there is something in her subconscious that is drawing her into thinking of George as more than just a friend.
It’s very very cool.
Okay, I’m hopefully not going to bore my readers to tears about the play by play of the novel that seems to be writing itself…but I’ve never tackled anything so ambitious and I am just beginning to think that it can be done. Even if it turns out unpublishable, it’s going to be semi-autbiographical so the girls will get to know what life was like in a crime lab for their mom. Cool, huh?