NaNoWriMo is coming. I haven’t been writing and have been overwhelmed at work, and so thinking that I can write a novel in November is foolishness. But I love NaNoWriMo.
And I’ve got an idea.
Before my mother died, she started a novel. She called it The Death Man and it was autobiographical. It is about her ex-boyfriend, and the title perhaps gives away her feelings about him.
I’m thinking to finish the story.
I may not be up to the task. But someone has to tell the story. I want to go on and on about him here, explain everything as I remember it…
Have you ever tried to tell the story of someone close to you? A writer friend talked about this the other day, and he said he couldn’t finish the story because the facts kept getting in the way of telling the best story.
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything worthwhile, I may be worrying over nothing anyway.