I've finally decided which new project I'm going to tackle. My buds at Creative Construction convinced me to start the sequel to How Home Improvement Saved My Marriage. I don't have a title for the book yet. But it will pick up three years after Home Improvement ends and chronical Jillian (the loveable ex-nympho)'s life as a new wife and (gasp!) mother. I'm looking forward to telling the story of her pregnancy from hell.
For those of you who've already read a bit of Home Improvement, and who know and love Alex Hansen, never fear, she'll be making a cameo appearance, too.
I'm getting excited about getting down to business. I haven't written anything, with the exception of two funny little poems for the CC weekly creativity contest, and this blog, since before Christmas. Now that I've had a little break, I can't wait to get this book down on paper.
I'm trying something new this go round, and those of you who plot our your novels can tell me if I'm on the right track or not. Instead of a chapter outline, I'm writing down a list of scenes. Then hopefully, I can write each scene, ticking off each one as I write it. I think the whole linear outline, constant line-editing business is wasting my time. I don't want to spend 3 more years of my life writing a novel. Draft #1 needs to be completed in six months. As I keep reminding myself, this isn't rocket science. This is about plugging and chugging.
I still haven't heard a word from the NY agent with my book. I'm trying not to think about it and am managing to be very philosophical about this whole trying-to-get-a-book-published adventure. It is out of my hands now. Once I get her respnse, I'll have a good baromemtor of what I should do next, but for now, I need to keep moving forward.