Who has the most neglected blog on the internet, right?
I've learned that I punish myself for not writing by not allowing myself to make a blog post.
Which tells you just how long I went without writing.
But, for the past few days, I've been in a frenzy of writing productivity working on my long-overdue 2010 NaNo Novel!
Things are going very well. You would not believe how effective getting rid of Zach was.
I also changed a male character to a female character, which will make things a tiny bit tricky (you have no idea how annoying it is to have to change the masculine to feminine EVERYWHERE I've already written with this character).
I'll pause and explain WHY I did that.
I have 3 NaNoWriMo novels that are started and need to be rewritten to be finished. All three of those novels, 1) My Hero, 2) The Lion and the Frog, and 3) Leprechaun Holiday, have a 'big brother' character. This may have something to do with the fact that I don't have an older brother and have always wanted one.
Besides the 3 NaNo Novels, I have a 2-book set in my head based on the fairy tale
Thumbelina, 4) Flower & Thorn, and 5) Tommelise, which will ALSO have a big brother character in it.
[Why are there too many story ideas and not enough time/energy to write them?]
So, I figured that wouldn't do. Books #2, #4, and #5 DEPEND on having a big brother character. So I'm working with what can be changed. Luckily, the fastest and easiest fix is to switch the big brother in My Hero to a big sister.
It actually makes more sense in the long run.
Yay!
Aside from those 5 potential novels, I actually have a musical in my head right now. The plot was originally from a story (obviously), but the story is about a couple who rashly decide to break their engagement off, and how they eventually learn they don't want to be with anyone else.
[WHY!?]
So, anyway, that's an update on what I'm working on.
And, to reward you for coming back to my blog after my embarrassing hiatus, I give you:
A NOVEL EXCERPT!
As usual, this is a first draft, so it may eventually be completely different, but for the time-being, its one of my favorite scenes I've written thus far. It's also one of those PAY ATTENTION BECAUSE EVERYTHING IN THIS SCENE WILL COME BACK AT SOME POINT IN THE BOOK scenes.
Enjoy!
“Look out!” a voice yelped.
Peach skidded to a stop right in front
of Fr. Albert Gregg, the priest from Claypool who came to Bendbridge every
Sunday to say the 10 a.m. Mass. Bendbridge had no priest of its own, only the
big, broken down, supposedly haunted church. . Peach realized she and Sukie
were nearly to the skate park – she was standing in the shadow of the St.
Flannan’s Church steeple. Without thinking, Peach took a picture of Fr. Gregg’s
startled face.
He laughed. “I look that good, huh?”
“Sorry, Father!” Peach cried. “I wasn’t
watching where I was going,”
“No trouble,” he said. He lifted the
stack of papers he held in his hands. “I’m just here to hang these around
town,” He held one of them up, and Peach read the header quickly.
ANNOUNCEMENT:
CHURCH
OF ST. FLANNAN’S TO BE CLOSED AND DEMOLISHED SPRING 2011
Peach gasped involuntarily. “Oh my gosh
– really?”
Fr. Gregg nodded, looking a little
crestfallen. “Unfortunately, St. Flannan’s is being closed. The bishop sees no
point in trying to keep it open. It needs too many repairs and doesn’t get
enough donations,”
For some reason, Peach felt like crying.
She wasn’t sure why. “I don’t want it to close,” she said sadly.
Fr. Gregg raised his eyebrows. “Do you
go to church every Sunday, Patricia?”
Peach blushed, and shook her head
sheepishly. “My mom works a lot of Sunday’s, and she wants me to stay home and
clean for our renters, and…”
Fr. Gregg held up a hand to stop her. “I
don’t need a confession, Patricia, I’m just trying to make a point. Very few
people in Bendbridge even come to church every Sunday. And most of the people
who do attend Mass drive to Claypool
instead of going here in town. No one really likes the church. They all say
it’s haunted. And maybe they’re right. Sometimes I’ve gotten plenty spooked in
there. Anyway, it’ll be fine, Patricia. Anyone who is still interested in
attending Mass can drive to Claypool either Saturday or Sunday,”
“Peach?” Sukie called from further down
the sidewalk.
“Coming!” Peach replied, waving to her
friend. She looked back at Fr. Gregg. “I’m still sorry. I’d go to Mass every
day to keep it open. I’m going to miss it,”
Fr. Gregg smiled at her, and made her
feel very stupid by patting her helmet. “Don’t get upset about any of it,
Patricia. Keep reading your bible and praying, and everything will be fine,”
He hurried away into the Church, and
Peach watched him go. She always felt like Fr. Gregg didn’t take anyone in
Bendbridge seriously, and that made her sad, too.
She skated quickly to catch up with
Sukie at the corner. They stopped to let some cars pass, and Peach found
herself staring into the cemetery behind St. Flannan’s.
“What was that all about?” Sukie asked.
Peach sighed. “The church is going to
close and they’re gonna tear it down in the spring,”
“Really?” Sukie sounded surprised. “Too
bad. I wonder what they’ll put here instead. They can’t exactly move the
cemetery,”
“I didn’t even think about that,” Peach
said. Her Grandpa Roy’s grave was in the St. Flannan Cemetary. She hoped they
didn’t stick a McDonalds or anything equally disrespectful in the center of
town once the Church was gone.
