Miriam's Isle, Miriam's Isle.
It is a poem. It is a short story. It is an unfinished novel.
It is all written by me.
Do you know how some people (Stephenie Meyer, for example) write, like, a whole freakin' novel, then sweat over it and name it? Not me. It's like I need the title in place for the characters to speak up. Except for Clarabelle, of course. It could stay the same, but I probably need a new one. (Just a fun fact-- did you know that Clarabelle was originally supposed to be called, "The Lightning Driver"? My dream was a vampire that dressed up in a long blonde wig and a fake name, Beth, and was a racecar driver. It was a warped combo of Herbie Fully Loaded, Hannah Montana, and Twilight. I wonder what kind of Kool-Aid I had the night before.) Anyways, the name Miriam's Isle fell into place before Miria got her say and developed her fiery persona.
MI is the novel I began writing for NaNoWriMo, which I now believe is for desperate people with no jobs who can sit at home all day, type 23/7 and survive on coffee and chocolate. I couldn't do this because a) I have to go to school, b) I need to sleep, eat, shower, etc., and c) I'm not even allowed to drink coffee. It will stunt my freakish growth. (I am twelve years old and 5"5! And still growing, too!)
Anyhoo, NaNoWriMo went down the drain. So I gave up on the whole intriguing novel-in-a-month. Like, did I think that a stupid novel was gonna just pop out of midair? I was going to have to invest some serious work in that sucker. I was gonna have to make sacrifices.
Which is really not my thing.
So, instead, I did what any child would do: I whined to my mom. She did what any mom would do: gave me advice. (Except for the moms that give out punishments.) I took it gladly.
So, here's the deal...
Miriam's Isle is divided into five sizeable chunks. I sat down, invested an hour of sleep, and planned each chunk. Underneath the paragraph explanation of the section is STATUS and DEADLINE. I gave myself about two-and-a-half to three weeks per chunk. I know that sounds like a lot, but I do want a good-sized, well-written novel. And I am fairly incredible at procrastinating. Chunk #1 was completed three days ahead of sched, with about 7000 words. If I can do that five more times, that's like 35000 words! That is really not bad. I mean, NaNo pages were 50000 for a 175 page book. You know what? I'm only twelve. I wanna finish the dang book. Shut up.
It is with the blossoming petals of renewed hope in my heart that I set forth on Miriam's Isle with eager fingers and a fiery glint of determination in my eye.
Actually, my eyes are drooping. I should hit the sack.
(Anyone wonder where that stupid saying came from? What sack? Why do you hit it?)
See ya, fellow novelists. May all your characters be renounced.