Well, that was a rather interesting title, hmm? I’m pretty secretive, aren’t I? – I think I actually only told four people that I was writing a book this November.
The fact is, I didn’t really want to talk about it until I was actually sure I could do it. See, I always get really fantastic ideas but never carry them out – I’m like Betsy in the Betsy-Tacy series (READ IT) – she always got the ideas but her sister Julia was more daring and carried them out. I need a little more Julia in me. (oh yes and also Julia was an opera singer but here I am talking about another book when I’m supposed to be talking about MY book)
(By the way – if you don’t know, NaNoWriMo is a challenge with the goal of completing a 50 thousand word novel in 30 days during the month of November.)
my book visually
I was hesitant to talk about it because I’d never written anything more than a thousand words before – and NaNo has a high and lofty goal of 50k. In. One. Month. I’ve always wanted to write before – always tried – and always failed. But when I decided to do this challenge I got the most beautiful novel idea and it sort of just came to me.
So on November first, I began to write. And I wrote a lot. On the fifteenth, I finished my novella at 24.6k.
I had originally planned for my novel to be 50k but everything just gravitated to 25k. So I started another novella, its prequel. But I’m not ready to talk about that yet. I only made it to 35k during NaNo, but it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and I did complete a book.
I’ve been really fascinated with Native Americans as of late. My co-protagonist is Kimana, a Shoshone girl who is sixteen and tries to fit in at her school. I wanted her inner conflict to be her putting aside the fake; to find out who God had made her to be and I wanted her to stop trying to pretend to be someone she wasn’t. I think God who shows us how He made us all different for a purpose, and I wanted her to accept and embrace that.
My original plot was actually completely different – it was about a teenage singer who meets an elderly lady who was a famous opera star in her past. The new plot motivated and inspired me more, but I still wanted a singer. So I brought in Rayne Lovas, my other protagonist. This girl had motivation – she was a Hungarian immigrant in New York whose parents died when she was twelve. Like she said herself, “it took plain grit to grow up”. She becomes a singer on Broadway when she is in her late teens but another singer is jealous and falsely accuses Rayne. Rayne’s internal conflict is finding the power through Christ to forgive.
A friendless high schooler, tired of being “normal”.
A singer, wronged and falsely accused.
Together they discover friendship and forgiveness.
The moon rose and I heard Kimana stir once or twice before I fell off to sleep past what must have been midnight. Then I was aroused by a noise – a low growl of sorts from behind me. Kimana, who before had said she was a light sleeper, was already awake. “Keep still,” she whispered softly, “I think we have a visit from a mountain lion after all.” She swiftly drew out an arrow and put it in her bow while she carefully scrutinized the forest behind us.“YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH” she let out, loud and clear. The cat turned its eyes from me to look at her and snarl fiercely. She let an arrow fly at it and I watched it leap back and growl fiercely as she put another arrow in her bow. She shot it again, but it didn’t fall to the ground – instead, it suddenly lept towards her and pounced on her.We came around the bend and walked through the trees. I thought about how beautiful everything was in the morning. How blue the sky was, through the leaves, and how blithe and uncaring the birds were. Even the squirrels seemed to be having fun as they paid no attention to us, mischievously running up and down the trees, gathering acorns. The air was crisp and slightly foggy, but we could still easily see ahead. The leaves crunched deliciously under our feet and I knew that we were truly out in the middle of the forest alone with God, hidden to everyone else.Joe shone his searchlight around. “Nothing yet,” he said. “Oh wait! I see something!” “What?” Kimana and I clamored. “Rock,” he said. “ROCK. YOU SEE ROCK. IN A CAVE,” I stated sarcastically. “Unbelievable!” Kimana exclaimed, joining the fun. “I had no idea there was rock in caves.” “What did you think they were made of?” Joe asked. “Clouds?” “No, hay,” she said. “That’s funny,” I added, not to be outdone, “Because I always thought that caves were made of cotton balls.” “Cotton balls?” they both exclaimed, and we all broke into laughter.
//do you like to write?//
//did you do NaNo this year?//
//is it really December yet?//
//oh yes and those of you to whom I mentioned a secret project I was working on…this is it. ;)//