The time has come to declare my surrender — okay, my failure — at my National Novel Writing Month project this year. MURDER WITH WHITE SAUCE is not straining toward the finish line, it’s just straining.
I was SO EXCITED, coming into NaNo this year. Champing at the bit and r’aring to go. I’ve tried to figure out why, but the best
excuse reason I can come up with is that it’s time for me to do what I’ve been saying I need to do: go through the books and stories of this series and put together a bible of who lives where and what each one’s general backstory is. Any time I wrote a scene with Mamie interacting with one of the Spadena Street residents, the scene took off like a dead parrot with a million volts going through it.
So NaNo didn’t work for me this year. There’s always next year.
Meanwhile, I’ll be wandering around my fictional neighborhood, Spadena Street, gawking at the Storybook Style houses and getting talked to death.
Worse things could happen.
p.s. I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on the topic of Murder By Cook.
WRITING PROMPT: What is the neighborhood like where your main character lives?