This morning I didn’t really do anything productive besides spend time online while listening to the new Depeche Mode album (which is awesome by the way). But I did do something. Since it’s my birthday, I could do anything I want, right?
So I did.
I plotted out a novel.
Man I wish I could get cash for ideas.
Well, let’s take that back. I wouldn’t want to sell my ideas. I want to write them.
I came up with an idea for a book with something kinda cool. Something I haven’t done.
The unreliable narrator.
I did this a little in Sky Blue but this idea would really be messing with the reader’s mind.
I wrote out the storyline–just a page–dividing it up into thirds.
First part–first person from the unreliable POV. Of course, the reader doesn’t know this, right? Not until 30,000 words in.
Then the story kicks in, and hopefully the reader will rethink everything they’ve read.
Then the final section is where the big question will be: what happens to the narrator and the victim?
Who knows.
This to me is fun. The story might never come to fruition, but chances are good that it might.
Writing is hard work. I’ve shared that. But it’s also fun. And when you get a good idea, well, that’s even more fun.
Was this work or play? I don’t know. Both perhaps.
But it’s something I love and will probably always love. Crafting a cool story.