I've been wanting to work on my "novel" for a while, since I experienced such success in Whistler... but my attempt for today was less than satisfactory. I think one of the reasons I did so well there is because I was thinking about it all the time, and working on it every day. (Plus, I was a little bit bored, so I was spending a lot of time with it.) I haven't thought about it in a while, and I wanted to take a stab at writing the beginning, but I'm not sure it's going so well. My idea was to start with three attempts of the main character to woo her intended love interest, all resulting in failure, which will be the catalyst for her turning into an evil villain to tries to steal the moon. I thought I'd write it out like a mission plan for a kind of prologue, detailing each failure, and then go in to chapter one. I think I need to practice more before I get it right, but this is my first attempt. (Remember to click the teeny tiny "Read More" if you want to read more.)
“Attempt One: Coffee House”
All morning spent on hair and make-up. No whipped cream stains on shirt. New pants. Confidence: high.
Target enters at precisely 9:12am. Is wearing Monday suit: blue pinstripe. Hair falls casually into eyes. Dreamy. Smiles; start hyperventilating. Calm self by time target approaches the counter. T minus 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... Deep breath.
“Good morning! Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before,” target inquires.
Heart sinking, smile faltering, palms sweating. “No, I’ve been here for quite some time, actually. Would you like your regular?”
“Black coffee, please. Did you notice the moon last night? Harvest, I think it’s called.”
Hand coffee to target, accept payment. Target smiles, turns to go. Last chance to accomplish mission. “Listen, this is a little awkward, but I was wondering if I could--” Target has left the building. “-- get your number.”
Status: failure.
Day Nineteen Highlights: getting down to some actual writing.
Day Nineteen Lowlights: forgetting how to spell nineteen ("ninteen"), writing not being up to snuff.
Tomorrow: laptop bag??????
All morning spent on hair and make-up. No whipped cream stains on shirt. New pants. Confidence: high.
Target enters at precisely 9:12am. Is wearing Monday suit: blue pinstripe. Hair falls casually into eyes. Dreamy. Smiles; start hyperventilating. Calm self by time target approaches the counter. T minus 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... Deep breath.
“Good morning! Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before,” target inquires.
Heart sinking, smile faltering, palms sweating. “No, I’ve been here for quite some time, actually. Would you like your regular?”
“Black coffee, please. Did you notice the moon last night? Harvest, I think it’s called.”
Hand coffee to target, accept payment. Target smiles, turns to go. Last chance to accomplish mission. “Listen, this is a little awkward, but I was wondering if I could--” Target has left the building. “-- get your number.”
Status: failure.
Day Nineteen Highlights: getting down to some actual writing.
Day Nineteen Lowlights: forgetting how to spell nineteen ("ninteen"), writing not being up to snuff.
Tomorrow: laptop bag??????
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