Things I Know I Know

...actually Chance heard it first on IM, but I am writing a novel this year (shut up, yes I am).

I have the two main characters, a vague notion of their problems, a title, and though I'm still working on that thing called plot, I do know that it will include sex, violence, ghosts, and snarkiness, not necessarily in that order.

It currently opens with the MC's father telling her that she's 'the most pissed-off, useless piece of shit ever.'

But in a totally supportive way.

If I actually write this novel, though, I can't stop writing short stories, need to keep sending things out. So, yell at me, okay? I mean it.

In that vein I wrote 927 words on 'What Makes a River' today (I'm pretty sure I'll break 1,000 before the end of the day). I hope it's getting close to finished (I'm at 4,300 words total) though there's a bunch of stuff that still has to happen.

A bit from 'What Makes a River':

Beth closes her eyes and rubs her hand across her face. She pulls herself out of the chair, feeling like she's a hundred and two. Upstairs, she sits at her computer and writes an email to Paul with everything in it, what's happening to Amy, what she's seen, everything she's done, everything she's thought, how she's feeling right this minute--like her bones have turned to jelly, like she's all alone in the world, like she wants to cry. Before she can think any harder, she sends it. You can fix this, she thinks. You have to fix this.

There are not enough swear words in the world.