The very beginning of my first novel

First, thank you. I’m amazed at all the encouragement I’ve gotten for the last post full of emo questioning. For those who are wondering, I have made no more progress on the writing front. The sitting back and thinking may be doing me some good, especially given how little planning I put into even this draft. However, I did crack open my first NaNoWriMo novel, written back in 2002, and read the beginning of it. And wow, is it bad. I’m about a third of the way through now, and doing a dramatic reading of the book is very tempting, though I’d probably start laughing halfway through acting out each scene.

The book is about a shy and antisocial high school student who has a bit of a nervous breakdown and retreats to her local coffee shop. Here’s a choice bit–the very beginning, in fact. I’ll be away tomorrow, but I’ll have the rest of the first scene set to autopost. If all goes well, it should post tomorrow evening. For now, enjoy the beginning.

“This is the first time I’ve kept a diary (or at least tried to without losing the diary first). But before I actually start writing, a few things about me:

1. I never tell anyone anything about myself.

2. I don’t want friends.

3. I can’t have friends.

4. I have to keep myself from making friends if at all possible.
I know it’s crazy, but if I’m going to be accomplished in the future, I don’t need a social life to get in the way now. They cannot know what I am thinking. It would ruin my entire purpose.”

Determined, much? This one is.

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