ampersand

Hold your breath and count to ten,
Fall apart and start again,
Hold your breath and count to ten,
Start again, start again...

Although I should specify, not entirely from scratch. I lost the, well I was going to say plot, but that doesn't really apply on accounta there really isn't one yet. I'm hoping tonight means I'm back on track. Sure, it's a track towards epic failure, as I'm far too far behind to actually catch up and make word count, but I have some words, and some words are good.

And although there isn't much there, what is there seems to work. Denny is reminding me a little too much of Rant for my liking however, but I suppose that's to be expected though. And I imagine this will start to change around the time we find the dead girl on the rocks, but not before we've met Rose and Gretchen, although I'm not entirely sure Gretchen will even say anything at this stage.

Apparently sixteen year old girls use italics and say like, like a whole bunch. Which is, as I've found tonight, rather exhausting. But it's good for word count.

I really don't know Denny yet. I'm hearing a lot about him from other people, but Denny is yet to fully reveal himself to me. In a non-dirty way, of course. I'm not convinced I really even need to hear his side, as I can't imagine it's as fanciful as others would have it be. Instead, I think I'd rather keep the mystery. If I'm guessing, so should you be.

What we know so far:

People will die. Some will want to, others I am not sure about,

The story will be told from several different points of view, in various ways. One chapter may be first person, while the next may be written as a letter to someone. This is how I'm going to manage to keep my sanity ... although, so far, not so good,

There will be at least one sex scene and a car chase - both completely gratuitous and neither doing anything to drive whatever excuse for a plot that has formed by that stage forward,

Music will play a part. A large part, although as of yet I'm not sure exactly how.

There are, frustratingly, many different ways this story can start. Right now, it's likely to be with a death, but whose death could change at any given time. Apart from this, I have real plans as such. Right now, I'm just finding people who want to talk about Denny, and I'll see what they have to say. Some may be interesting stories. Some won't. Some will contradict others. Some will have no relation to the rest of the story at all.

Half way through and barely a tenth of the way there. This was never about the count for me though. It's about the trying to convince myself that I can actually do this. That, if I actually apply myself, I can make words go together and form sentences and make stories that aren't just self-indulgent journal entries.

Ways to go yet though. Ways to go yet.