This morning is my singing lesson. Friends and family know not to call me until after my lesson. After I put the little man on the bus, I open my song book and go through my material. For example, I should be reviewing “Woman” from The Pirate Queen.
Except today, I’m not. I’m stuck.
Since this is November’s National Novel Writing Month, I put aside my current novel and began working on a sci-fi romance. A new genre for me. Since I keep having sci-fi dreams, I thought I would write one of them.
I’m so hung up on the hook – that first page that will capture and hold your attention so that you will turn the page and read more. It’s two hundred years after the 2016 Apocalypse: do we have electricity and cell phones if (in my story) the world was basically flattened and fried in a nuclear war, earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, etc.? I initially blamed China and climate change for the Apocalypse; however, too much controversy with Jimmy Kimmell lately. What to do? What to do?
My husband, in his straight, businessman-like manner, told me to finish my current book before working on the sci-fi romance. He doesn’t get the exhilaration and self-imposed pressure of NaNoWriMo. He calls it Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo time.
Oh, well. I better start practicing “Woman”. Perhaps I can find the answer there…..