This morning—let’s stop right there, shall we? I’m a night owl, like go to sleep when everyone else leaves for work night owl. But here, I actually mean morning, as in 11AM. I’m happy to report that it does still exist and is even brighter than I remember. :firm nod: —after 4 hours of sleep (ah, there’s the rub), I sat bolt upright with an idea for nanowrimo this year.
See, before going to bed, I determined that doing nano might be a good way to unstick my editing problems. I also thought about posting it on my blog. You know, daily 1667-word posts for the month of November. It might be interesting to see how a novel evolves from idea to completion. Like train wreck interesting.
But when I tried to think of plot ideas, I came up with nothing. This caused me no small amount of consternation. Am I just not cut out to write anything else? J M Gallagher, one-hit oneder.
But then, my subconscious saved me. And this is what it said:
Charity is for Losers. A woman is devastated when her boyfriend dumps her, making it clear it’s due to her weight. She hits upon the idea to sign up for as many local charity walk/run/swim/bike/crawl events as she can for the next year to lose weight and help others at the same time.
I see scenes with a new love interest who encourages her through everything, a snarky best friend (cuz that’s never been done before) and emotional tugs for the things she goes through: marketing her weight-loss goal to get donations, hitting plateaus, plain old exhaustion, training—why can’t it just be a montage like the movies? and so on and so forth…
Seriously, subconscious? Are you kidding me?
But that’s what I came up with. I think if I keep it light and funny and positive and upbeat…then my subconscious will throw some curveballs in. Count on it.
As preliminary research, I looked up local charity athletic events. Can you believe people want to walk at 6AM around here? *sigh* My husband did not like my suggestion that we go to one this Saturday. Maybe next year. Maybe.