I spent a few hours yesterday and today working out the kinks and turns of (what I hope will be) an interesting suspense novel. If I can follow this outline (which, hey, requires actual WRITING), I should have a pretty nice story at the end of the process. It’s the first time I’ve really completed a novel outline process. Maybe it’s not even an outline. I think I’ve written a synopsis.
There are thrills. There are chills. There’s an unsolved murder, and an innocent man accused of a crime he didn’t commit. It’s relevant in terms of today’s traditional media and social media. It is a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.
Wait, what do you mean that title’s already taken? Dammit so much!
The fun part was working out a fairly complex plot just using paper and pen. And my brain. I can kill you with my brain. (Sorry, Firefly reference. I’m sort of just going with stream-of-thought stuff, if you can’t tell.) Onward. Last night at the dinner table, my wife looked at me and said “This could be a game-changer for you.”
That’s a scary thought, but I like it. Because it’s true: This really could be a game-changer for me. I’m anxious to start on it. And nervous that it will suck. But I know I’m going to enjoy writing this story. I am *so* pumped about writing it that I can’t wait to put my butt in a chair tomorrow and start pounding away at the keyboard. Part of me wants to stay home from work tonight to get started.
Unfortunately, I can’t. The regular job is what gets me paid, y’all. I like to eat, and I like for my wife & I to be able to pay the bills — and for the baby to have formula and diapers.
I’m out, peeps. Tomorrow I have a special guest post from the irascible, intimidating, indubitable, irredeemable, irregular, irreverent, impassioned, impulsive, and impish M.B. Mulhall. Can’t wait for you guys to see it.