I’m still working away at my NaNoWriMo novel. The month is half over, and I’m a little more than half done. Some days I feel like this is awesome and I am awesome for participating. Other days I feel like this is a colossal waste of time and energy.
Right now I’m stuck. My original idea for a plot was to have a woman pregnant with her fifth child—and, to make things more interesting than my life, have this fifth child be possibly the result of an uncharacteristic (and now ended) affair. I thought I could draw out the tension: is the baby her husband’s or her lover’s?—maybe until the end of the book. It turns out, I am not an interesting enough writer to make this tension last. I went ahead and revealed that it is her husband’s baby. And NOW what? It seems there is nothing left to say. It seems as if I should now just leave this family in peace to live their boring lives.
Ahh, but will he keep his wife and raise the child? Will he keep her and make her feel awful forever about the child (and act awful to the child? no?) Does she give it away? Does she go away until the child is born?
What about diseases or conditions?
Just throwing some ideas out there in the wind.
I like this! This is exactly the sort of thing I need. My own ideas feel stale and dull.