erika, two questions to ask yourself, that may help:
1. Which of the characters (it can be all of them) is your main traveller here?
2. What's at the end of the road you want them to take? As in, what do you want to happen to them/enlighten them/obfuscate them/get them to learn?
When I started, I was much more sure that I knew the answer...I may have to write a few versions or something.
erika, drabble the scene. Write 100 words and just let it flow; write a few of them and see which version sings at you, or feels true.
Deborah -- I requested your book for my local library!
(I intend to buy it too, of course.)
Woot!
I looooove library sales. The books stick around....
Deb, I'm going to order your book from the bookstore around the corner from me and talk her into buying a few extras as display copies. Um, if I can, of course. *g*
'suela, if she wants autographed, I'll be delighted to drive over and sign as many copies as she wants.
Going to offer something up in Beep Me over the next few days: Nic's designing a totally fictional tour jersey for my protagonist's totally fictional traditional music band. First person with a verified store sighting of the book will win the shirt.
Cool! I've been pestering my chains here. But I forgot about the library! I'll have to go do that. (Any excuse to go to the library!)
Also? I suck. Because I put novel priority behind newsletter priority, in order to motivate me to write newsletter. And now I am heartily procrastinating both newsletter and novel.
However, I did cook our favorite casserole dish, wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, go grocery shopping, check the post office, bake bread, sort the laundry, register my domain names, look for shoes, and buy a doghouse. So yay for procrastinating. How else would I ever get anything done?
I've made a lot of fun of NaNo Month, but I did write 1000 words today. Which is a lot in one day for me. And I think this will be interlocking short stories instead of the more usual sort of novel...that one plot can't carry a whole piece,imo. And it's truly a big sloppy mess. But it's my mess.