Meg Dowell Writes

I started writing another novel.

I started writing another novel because I couldn’t get it out of my head. My workload has temporarily died down. I curently have nothing to cram for and am ahead, rather than behind. I’d spent a good four hours on biology after my math test yesterday—it was a quarter after eight, and I didn’t want to start on my math notes for Thursday. So I sat down and spent three hours writing a good 2,500 words. It was the happiest three hours I’ve had in weeks.

When you’re like me, you can’t go very long without writing. It messes with your mind. You can never write too much (i.e., NaNo; JulNoWriMo). I’ve been so busy, I haven’t been able to write much of anything lately. It was messing with my head, and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I sat down and started writing. I didn’t even let myself think. It just came out, from my brain to my fingers and onto the page.

No outlining this time. I want to write a novel without having to be organized or structured. I want to surprise myself again, and let the dialogue of the characters speak for itself. I don’t want to abandon One Summer, but I want to let it sit for awhile. Whatever I was writing wasn’t me, and when I’m out of school for a few months, maybe I’ll start over, or at least fix what’s wrong (everything).

I’ve taken a character from this past year’s NaNo and given her a voice. It’s her turn to tell a story. My readers (Evie) will now look at the antagonist from a different angle, as well as the society of stuck-up rich kids she tosses between her fingers. She’s the new Queen Bee, overseeing her hive without being overseen. Jenny Parker isn’t here to buzz around her business anymore. She has everything she wants, or so it seems.

Now the trick is balancing college and noveling. I didn’t do it very well in high school. Hopefully this time around will be better. Hopefully.

Love&hugs, Meg♥