Sunday, October 30, 2011
A few months ago, I got it in my head to write a novel during National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo). I started plotting some scenes, and conjuring up some characters. The novel was supposed to be a murder mystery, set in a Greater Boston, MA. The opening scene featured a dead person at someone's cubicle in an office building, and the nervous yet excited whisperings of the workers about to start their day, but instead were met with a bevy of police and crime scene technicians and detectives. The victim wasn't just any worker-bee, however. He was one of the co-founders of the company, and the investigation into his murder would soon involve his fellow co-founder, a hard driving set of executives bent on acquiring this company, and his wife, who used to be married to the employee number three. I am excited even now to be writing just this little bit, but November is proving to be a packed month in my own life, and I didn't think I could spend every evening writing, like I did back in 2004. I'm disappointed, but rather than get frustrated, I think I'll keep letting the story percolate on its own. November isn't the only month to write novels, you know!