A NaNoWriMo wordcount.
This post couldn’t have been about anything else really, could it?
Last week, I was struggling with what to write. I had three ideas:
– A technothriller about censorship.
– The third novel in my fantasy trilogy (bear in mind the first one is unfinished and the second one isn’t even written yet.)
– The first novel in an ongoing series featuring a modern Nancy Drew type main character heavily featuring social media.
I knew I was going to be writing something either YA or techno. Or a mix of both.
What I didn’t know was that I was going to have a very bad evening on Friday. This pre-empted everything and I woke up on Saturday knowing that there was only one person I could write about.
She has been the main character in two of my novels so far. The first one is about bullying at her school, where it is clear she has mental health issues. Only it’s based in the ninties and there wasn’t a lot of support back then, so she has to learn to deal with these feelings during her formative years without the support of her school or her family.
A second novel came along which threw her into college and a mixed-gender environment. She found friends and a boyfriend and started to believe she was normal until some horrible truths came out.
This novel follows on from that, really. She’s finished college, living with her Mum and her brother (and his girlfriend) and trying to find where she fits in in the adult world. It begins with the marriage of her mother to Greg, her tutor from book two. I don’t have a plan or plot for it. I have no idea where she’s going to end up. I’m toying with a couple of ideas about what she’s going to do and one has already started to pan out but it’s completely fluid and can change.
I like Julianne – she started out as an indulgence of the darker sides of my own problems but has blossomed into something so much more.
We’re in this together, the two of us. She’s got to get in and out of some sticky situations. She’s doing pretty well so far. I’m proud of her actually. I love the way she handled herself and the situation at the end of the second novel and her opening scenes have stunned me with her maturity.
I’d like to go in and fill the blanks at some point – the gap between her first novel and her second novel is too big. Something must have happened in this time that I could write about. That’s for another day, though. For now, we have the early 00’s and being young and free again with social anxieties, mild Asperger’s and depression, all undiagnosed.
This should be interesting, if nothing else.
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