So, a few things:
- I'm writing a YA contemporary romance about a girl who's been living abroad with her parents and just moved back to the US for her senior year. There's embarrassment, some angst, a rivalry between foreign language clubs, and a little kissing. Assuming I can write it.
- I was really embarrassed by my writing the first couple days, (because it is not good) until I forced myself to read some of it to my husband.
- But not the kissing scene. I tried to read that and we were both laughing so uncomfortably hard I had to stop.
- But! Having someone else read it has helped a lot. Rusty has good suggestions. I was completely stuck at one point and he had some good ideas about what should happen next.
- It might have been vomiting. Which is why I didn't come up with it on my own.
- I'm having so much more fun than I expected. I alternate between thinking "This is a great story and I should try to do something with it!" and "Wow, this is the worst crap ever written and even the self-publishers would reject it." Somehow it's all still very enjoyable.
- I think about my little Sara & Davis all. the. time. It's crazy. I was in the middle of teaching Sunbeams (the 3 and 4 year olds) at church yesterday when I had a thought about plot. And it was a good thought, too. (Possibly? See #6)