Day 4 Was a Bust

Not that kind!

I didn’t do any writing. I know – gasp. I cleaned house, put Halloween decorations away, dusted and mopped (well, Swiffer-ed), and hung up pictures I’ve been meaning to get to for a month. I think I was stalling. It’s not that I don’t like my new project, but I think I want to be editing my fantasy novel. Ugh, I haven’t gotten any feedback, yet.

Since I’m only in the first draft, I suppose I don’t need to wait for feedback, especially if I know what is missing or what plot holes need filling. Still, it feels disingenuous to ask my friend for her opinion then not wait for it.

So why am I not working on my new project? I don’t honestly know.

My original concept had me going more scifi than straight up thriller. Now I’m rethinking that path a bit. I love Robin Cook books and how he mixed in the medicine and science into his thrillers. I want to do that, and with more of a scifi twist. At the same time make the story clever enough that it’s not like an old cheesy scifi movie. (Nothing wrong with them, I like a good cheesy scifi movie, but I don’t think it will work to make a good story in this century.)

Anyone else out there *cough* stalling on their new project? How do you work on something new when you really want to be working on something else, maybe something you know you need a break from?

NaNoWriMo Day 2 Update

Nothing.
I got nothing.

No, that isn’t the opening from my novel. Although… it could be! I haven’t written much today, so who knows. The scene I wrote a few months back was going to be the opening. An event occurs that catapults us into the story. However, I could put it later in the timeline.

This work isn’t a fantasy novel, it’s a thriller/scifi work. Definitely not for YA.

310 words later I might be on to something.  What do you think?

     Nothing.
I’ve got nothing.
Except a pounding headache. Each time the pain is worse and lasts longer. I don’t know how long I was out this time.
So much blood. There was more every time. I stopped looking for the poor animal after I found the rabbit. I sobbed uncontrollably as I tried to dig a hole in the cold hard dirt that February morning.
     Never again, I told myself. Animals die everyday, I reasoned. It would be better to let Nature take care of them, and I never looked back. But that was 10 years ago. Back then there was only a little red staining my hands and pants. Usually, I could wash off in the stream, or behind the gas station up the road from my gram’s house.
Not anymore.