I bought a notebook for, you know, The Novel. Which was a totally genius idea, even though it wasn't mine and a part of me worried that I was only buying it to feel cool and that I'd be wasting the ninety-eight cents.
It has come in very handy. Like, at three a.m. when that perfect idea struck and I was able to reach over, grab said notebook and begin scribbling furiously before I lost my train of thought. Now, to decipher my illegible midnight handwriting...
I have very basic ideas right now. Boy and girl meet. Boy and girl fall in luuuuv. Boy and girl are separated by tragedy and/or conflict. Boy and girl realize the error of their ways. Boy and girl live happily ever after. See? I told you. Basic.
Okay, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have anymore details than that. I do. I have an impression of my two main characters. I can see Her incredibly clearly. He, on the other hand, is taking a while longer to show Himself. I have a very rough timeline drafted out and I'm filling in the details as they come.
Certain how's and why's are giving me pause. Like, sure, I know I want them to get from point A to point B and then from point B to C... but why? How? What are their reasons?
Save for a few paragraphs that came tumbling out of me a couple days ago, I'm not writing. I'm scribbling. In my notebook. Notes and ideas and a whole lot of question marks. And then more notes. And sometimes I doodle and stare out the window while sitting at Starbucks. It's all part of the magic... I think.