On this day of national tragedy, I happen to have been born 27 years ago. I turned 28 when it happened. You do the math and guess how old it is.
This also can be looked at as the birthday of my book. I am not even attempting to blog this novel. I'm trying the method of not telling too much about the novel itself to anyone else until I have finished the rough draft; then I will have at least one or two good friends help me edit it.
I plan, Lord willing, to write two pages a day for the next 180 days or 500 words minimum. At the end of less than six months, I will have a full rough draft of 90,000 words or 360 double-spaced pages.
The title to my new novel for now is SirenSong. I intend to write it as a sci-fi romance. I may divulge more details in this blog as I progress with the drafting. It all depends on whether or not it helps me at my writing.