The Next Challenge – NaNoWriMo

I’m taking the plunge on November 1st with National Novel Writing Month’s write a novel in November. Does anyone have any extra pants? I’ve decided to write a Women’s Fiction novel, a scary concept to me, because sometimes it gets too personal. But, alas, the prompt is what came to mind when I found out about NaNoWriMo. I figure it must be fate.

The details are below. I’m going to attempt 50,000 words in the month of November. I know I can type over that in a week, but making something out of thin air, when I haven’t been stirring on it for a while is rather… intimidating. I see lots of people do this so it can’t be that hard, right? (If I don’t start taping my fingertips, I’ll have no nails left by the time I have to start!)

Title: Let it BurnLet it Burn Front Cover copyWATERMARK

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Synopsis: Norah has been planning for her career since she was a little girl. Her life has become everything she thought it wouldn’t be: blessed with broken expectations and tormented by irresistible opportunity. When her father takes ill, her world snowballs into chaos and she must find the strength to pull the pieces of her shattered life together without his help. Unless this time, she’ll finally decides to let it burn.

Her mother’s palm connected with her cheek, leaving it stinging and hot.

Norah clenched her teeth, snapping her eyes back on her through the ache. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re off your meds again.” She cocked her head. “Or maybe the condition is just an excuse for your substance problem. No one in their right mind leaves a spouse at a hospital fighting for their life alone.”

Joanne slid back, lips parted in shock. “I used to love you.”

Norah shook her head. “You only ever loved Jordan. Why you adopted me before you had him I’ll never know.”

“You’re right.” Joanne’s nose lifted. “Only your father knew the answer to that.”

Rage boiled over and Norah couldn’t contain it any longer. “Get out.”

Her mother rolled her eyes and didn’t budge.

Norah sucked in a deep breath thrusting a finger at the door. “Get out!”

A Note: Struggling with identity as a woman and understanding roles and expectations in today’s society is what spurred this. We’ll see how it turns out.

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