I had a brilliant post all planned out in my head for today, but it was going to take a bit of work and I forgot. As this nano thing is going in fits and starts and I've been getting behind during the week and trying to catch up on the weekends. Of course, this weekend didn't work out that way due to unavoidable surprises. But, like a sick patient, barely hanging in there on life support, my story had a blip of life as I was mired in the depths of my craptacular disaster of a novel. Yes, I had a moment, just a moment, where I felt like it might be salvageable. Big moment. As I mentioned before, my outline went out the window almost from the first paragraph. Probably because I didn't have faith in what I was supposed to write. But it looks like I'm essentially writing three interwoven stories.
1) Abused wife finds out she has more power than she ever dreamed.
2) Kid with an identity crises finds out he's a god, wait, maybe a demon. Whatever, either way, it doesn't help his self-confidence.
3) Town constable finds out every person in the whole damn town is a liar.
The part I do have worked out, more or less, is how these pieces intersect in the end. Thank goodness.
I hope to actually write something entertaining at some point for this blog, but not today. It's Monday after all. I don't understand why we didn't name Monday after Satan. That feels right.