I am a lier and I am a fool. When I walk, the bells attached to my jester’s hat jingles. Not only am I the a clown; I’m the whole damn circus.
The dramatics aren’t called for.
Okay, you’ve waited two paragraphs for my point: I’ve started writing a new book!
I said that I would take a break, take a KitKat or whatever.
Lies.
The lot of it.
My brain is just in this mood for novel writing right now, and it’s fantastic! And I know that the Muse will eventually leave me in a nasty divorce (who keeps the kids?) and I will have to work off of good habits and pride.
I was so lost down this spinning spiral of my other project that I made myself cross-eyed. And considering that I don’t have an outline, only like, the vague idea of a climax and whole bunch of cute scenes and dialogue, I’m hoping for the best.
That means that I am in the Disaster Draft™ (thunder booms in the distance) stage of my writing. Not worth being called a “zero draft” nor the honor of a first draft. Nay. It doesn’t even get a number it’s so monstrous.
What is this new book about? you may (or may not) be asking.
That’s a good question. I uh… I barely know. All I got is that it’s a contemporary YA romcom.
There could be ghosts (I love me some ghosts), it’ll be a little meta, and a whole lot of fun.
I don’t want to give away the core concept I’m working with mainly because even core concepts can be subject to change while I frolic around in the Disaster Draft™.
Fun fact: I even have a little blue notebook for this new project! And I’m brainstorming working titles for it.
Point being, I’m going to ride this high while it lasts. I’m going to jot down everything that comes to mind, and I’m going to have fun. I’ve already made myself laugh so many times, and that’s exactly what I need.
There’s something magical about writing a new book, so I’m going to try and preserve this glee in a little glass jar, and use it when Disinterest rears its ugly head (the plan being to chuck the jar at it and see what happens).
I better like revising or else my thoughtless ass is doomed.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you stumble upon a lucky coin later.
~Jay
J. V. Montague 