Twelve days in and I sit at 6,255 words. I am only 2,000 words off my mark. With a conference in Chicago, that ain’t bad. The rest of the month I have no trips planned. I should be able to buckle down and tell this story.
Now, the story is turning out nuts. Just nuts. I am finally getting a feeling of who my main character is. I don’t like him. But he feels like a real person. I like a lot of the supporting characters though. The gruff man, Lisa the little sister, Bethany the girl he hates but wants to love, and Marco, the true friend with a faith to move mountains.
The themes are all over the place. Like all stories I tell, there is absolutely no audience for my story. A monster story about faith? Nope. No room for that at any Christian bookstore in the country. And especially no room at a Barnes and Nobles. How the crap do you sell that?
But, I like it. I want to tell this story. And maybe it will shine some light.
So. I am tired. My iPad keyboard is looking a little dirty. I am giving up quite a bit of sleep. But the book is being born. I don’t know what it will look like when it grows up, but I think it’s gonna be a responsible citizen.