A couple of people have asked me about my novel, Choosing My Confessions. To tell you the truth, I haven't even read it all the way through yet. But I can tell you what it's about:
A single young woman feels self-satisfied for not acting on her attraction to a married guy. She's very against the whole adultery thing because her dad broke up their family when he went that route. One day she finds out that this guy she's so busy sacrificing for is actually having an adulterous relationship with someone else right under her nose, plunging her into finally dealing with her father's betrayal. She decides she needs to get away and goes on the proverbial road trip to gather her thoughts.
My intention when I started the book was to have her run into some folks on the road who were more broken then she was, and she did. But instead of learning what she needed to from them and continuing on, she sort of collected them and formed unintended relationships with them. Most of them were more interesting than she was, anyway, so it wasn't such a bad thing. In the end, she learned what she needed to learn despite all the distractions.
Eh, it turned out pretty boring really, but I think I will give the whole story one more try now that I know who my main character is, or at least, who she isn't. Sometimes it takes thousands of words to get there, which is why NaNoWriMo can be so very valuable. I mean, would I have had the patience and drive (read: stubbornness) to write her until I understood her if I wasn't doing NaNoWriMo? I think not.
This NaNoWriMo burned me out unlike any other. The only writing I've done in the week since it ended is my annual Christmas letter. I've written about seven pages of that to come up with just the one page that I'll end up sending. Oh, and I've also written some school essays.
Pathetic, I know. But better than nothing.
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