WC: 8727
This is going... well? I keep thinking I'm going to struggle to write, but I get right in there and next thing I know the chapter ends up twice as long as I was expecting. So that's good! The existential dread hasn't gone away though yet.
Today though, I had my first scene stealing character, and that's always an awesome moment where some character that wasn't even in the outline demands to be part of events. She's called Fee Delaney and she's a trans woman who started a software company developing architectural software after making her first million developing plug ins for Autocad from her bedroom, and she lights up every paragraph she's involved in.
It's always one of my favorite moments when I'm writing and some side character or just someone that the story dictated I needed to get from A to B demands that I'm not done with them.
From spending all day under the thumb of imposter syndrome, I'm now feeling the high of a really good session and I'm confident enough to reveal a little bit about my story.
It's called Strikethrough
It's about a woman called Mina Tolson, who wakes up one morning with two thoughts in her head: Don't worry, and don't let anyone know what happened.
And that's about all that she does have in her head, because every memory specific to herself seems to have been wiped from her mind. She knows the date. She (unfortunately) knows who the President is. She's aware of national events. But anything specific to her? Gone. For good.
She has to figure out who the hell she is without letting on that she doesn't know, then she has to figure out who she was, and why exactly this happened.
And if I can come close to doing that concept justice I'll be super happy. It was actually inspired by replaying Half Life, and being thrown into Gordon Freeman's life, and looking at the baby picture in his locker, while everyone acts as if they know who he is and you don't know any of them.
What it's not, is one of those 'Oh, I was a super spy and I can do martial arts!' stories. Not that those aren't cool.