November first, day one of National Novel Writing Month, 2012. It’s about 45 minutes after midnight as I start this post. I haven’t started writing anything else, though. Forty-five minutes, I could have three or four pages done if I knew what I wanted to write.
I had assumed I would write the story I didn’t work on last year, since it’s been plagued with procrastination and false starts since last November, but it hasn’t been very loud in my head lately. Of course not. I should put my zombie playlist on repeat for the month. That might help. It’s full of Ludo and Kidney Thieves and Cranberries. I have lots of notes for this one (and I’m a planner, not a pantser, as long-since proven).
I could work on a trashy romance novel I’ve been toying with in my head for ages. That one, I could publish under my Kelouisa name and actually have a book out there. Am I totally in the mood to write trashy things? Maybe. I have an idea of what I want to happen, scenes in my mind, and I generally come up with things on the fly, change things around as phrasing comes out differently than expected. It could work.
I could say the hell with it, do a Sherlock fan fiction and post daily chapters on fanfiction.net. There are certainly many people with time on their hands to do 130,000 word pieces out there. Surely I could figure out 50K worth of Johnlock. Main problem there is that I don’t think I have any real ideas for a story. Tidbits, smut, sure, but no plot that would take that long to resolve. A twisty mystery plot is more than I could handle. Though someone did burn down some playground equipment in my hometown this week… that would make for an awesome kidfic for Sherlock and John (Jawn!). LOL. I have problems.
This Halloween evening, I spent my last free hours crafting a new journal since my old one has about three pages left. It’s completely Sherlock. I swiped a bunch of fan art from online (mostly from mystradedoodles because she’s awesome and brilliant and makes coloring pages I can finish up as I go through my journal) that makes me giggle and went a bit tape-crazy on my traditional composition notebook. I was super pleased until I placed my cover art in a pattern different than planned and couldn’t pull up my mistake. It looks alright, but I know that it’s wrong. Grr. I still have to paint one thing on it and it’ll be done. I should go do that before I forget (and I do want to procrastinate just a little bit more!)
So, any votes? Sherlock, Zombies, or trashy romance?