Well, it’s November. Which means it’s back to the novel writing for me.
This month, I will attempt to write 50,000 words in 30 days, along with thousands of other people.
It should be swell.
Here’s the opening of the rough draft of my newest novel, tentatively titled Just another day:
Sometimes, one of those days comes along. A day that you’re sure could not possibly be any worse. When facing one of those days, it’s important to stop, breathe and remember this: somewhere, someone out there is having a worse day than you.
Today, I am that person.
Don’t believe me? Consider this. Right now, I am sitting in the back of a van, a gun clutched to my side that I have neither the knowledge to know how to use nor the desire to do so. Three men wearing ski masks are staring at me as I try to keep from shaking.
In front, an unmasked man steers the van through traffic, hoping to avoid the sirens that seem to be coming from all directions.
And I don’t even know if I would classify this as the low point of my day. So, it’s true. Today, I am that one unfortunate soul who can help make everyone else feel a little better about the things going wrong in their lives.
But I should start at the beginning.
My name is Sarah Jensen and when I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to the day.
I should have stayed in bed.