Four Weeks Into It - Writing Issues

Dear Diary,

I'm drowning. It's been four weeks since I've been laboring over a YA that I started ages back. And I want to throw something or someone from a bridge. Okay, not literally. Not a diary person.

Bye Diary

Anyway, I've been working on my first novel for the last month and I'm neck deep in a boat of trouble. All I've got so far is a prologue and four chapters (about 21K words) of a fantasy YA. And I'm stuck. Because I don't have a plan. That's right, I don't and I'm reading up on stuff and doing some research so I can save the damn story.

A Little Something I Wrote

This is a little something I wrote a while back. Sometimes I write scenes that I just know will never make their way into my stories. This is one of them. (Note: It's supposed to be a flashback moment into a character's childhood, so I've kept the language as simple as possible.)

I’d met Hallow and Megan in kindergarten. My mind traveled back to that day. I’d been sitting quietly in a corner of the yard, playing all by myself with a rag doll.

The Risky Business Of Writing

About three weeks ago, I ditched my cubicle job in a global company to try and write full-time. Probably suicidal career-wise, I'll give you that. But, I have to know if I can do right by my obsessive need to write those stories that keep running around on their overactive little feet in my head.