Dear Internet, thank you for playing Julie’s Novel Mad Libs. Since I am now determined — determined, I say! — to come up with a one-sentence (or logline, as I now know to call them) that seems exciting to , we are going at this again, after much noodling on
So, I have this novel-type thing that I’ve been working on and it occurred to me over the weekend that I need to come up with the catchy pitch for it. I kicked around The Player-style pitches (Hamlet meets Fight Club! Sex and the City meets The Wolfman!) but none
(Started at 5:30 this morning.) Why am I up? I could be hungry. If I go to bed hungry I can’t sleep through the night. But I don’t always realize at first that I am hungry, it takes a while for me to be awake enough to recognize that feeling.
I didn’t intend to do NaNoWriMo this year until about October 28, when an idea suddenly popped into my head. This idea was an actual plot sketch for an idea that I’ve been kicking around for a couple of years, which never got much beyond the premise: “Beach Reading,” an