So we all know I’m crazy, right? That’s universally accepted? Good.
It’s Monday as I write this blog, at my local Starbucks, and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m floundering. Remember a couple weeks ago when I posted that rambly blog about my possible senior thesis novel? Well, I’ve decided that I really, really want to write said senior thesis novel, and would like to have a mostly-complete outline by the end of the summer. Excited by this prospect, I drove myself to the aforementioned Starbucks to get to work.
And then I realized that, past a vague character arc and some intermittent details about the character, who I’ve named Isabella “Isa” Newton, I have nothing.
I want to write in another dystopian setting, that much is certain, but the problem is I don’t have one yet. And without that, I can’t write anything, because all of my character’s decisions are based on this setting, and again, I do not have one. Which makes it hard, you can imagine, to write.
This is frustrating, because sitting down to start a new novel is one of my purest joys in life. Stupid setting.
For those of you who care, I will update you soon (hopefully), but in the meantime, I have some setting to come up with. My strategy is this: scroll through Google News and see what catastrophic potential is lying in wait.
Have I mentioned that I love being a writer?
