Last year I decided to do everything.
By “do”, I mean “write”.
Why? Well, it’s simple. I have this phobia of being a grown-up. (Adults are scary and tired and read boring books, and cry when the dog dies in movies, and believe in death and taxes.) I did a lot of writing last year, since it was my final year as a teen. I RULED THE LITERARY WORLD by churning out a lot of books and ideas.
Unfortunately, I have more ideas then time. Last years splurge has given me 2014: the year of impossible rewrites. My head is busting with thousands of characters and plots and worlds and — it’s horribly messy. I get ideas everywhere.
After copiously complaining to my writing friend, Caitria, we challenged ourselves to write a post about what we want to write. She keeps tantalising me with snippets of her latest ideas, and I keep saying vague things like, “I’m writing a book about a dress”. So, BEHOLD. This post.
1. METAL (book #2 of Boybots) – young adult
It doesn’t have a lot of plot yet, but I know it’ll be by a different narrator then book #1. That’s helpful, right?
2. GLITCH (#3 of Boybots) – young adult
This one has plot! Lots of it! It’s oozing with delicious ideas, a broken violin (and a broken window), a broken boybot, and a missing cousin. See? I have a lot to work with here. (This would conclude the trilogy, too.) I find it kind of weird that I know more about the 3rd book then the 2nd…
3. 52 DRESSES NOT FOR DANCING – middle grade
Oh, gosh, this is probably my favourite idea of the moment. It’s tentatively set in London (which is a horrible decision really) about two 12 year old girls. One is a photographer, the other is dying. (Because I’m depressing like that.) The dying girl wants to wear her mother’s 52 designer dresses before she dies. The book requires a lot of sight-seeing (different location for each dress, right?). I have never been to London. But I have been to Google Maps.
4. WISH AT YOUR OWN RISK – middle grade
I admit! I’m not good at contemporaries! Or anything middle-grade! But I’d like to conquer both, so why not in the same book? This one is about a little girl in Paris who finds a genie and makes wishes that turn out badly (because the genie is a meanie).
5. SIX (rewrite) – young adult
I wrote this one in 2013 for a challenge. It’s probably my favourite of all the things I’ve written. Which is why I don’t want to reread it and find out how bad it really is! (DENIAL.) It’s about a sci-fi society that functions on a caste system. The narrator, Blue, works his way to the top through kidnapping people and putting them in an illegal boxing game. It gets you money and stuff. Very logical, I promise. It also needs a title change, because this title sucks.
6. UNTITLED (book #2 of Six) – young adult
Why do my standalone’s require sequels? I should ground them for eternity and say no. Or, I could go with this picture of my MC slapped onto the windshield of an intergalactic space shuttle.
7. WILD THINGS IN YOUR HEAD (rewrite) – young adult
Again, another 2013 book. But this one is bad. Plotless. And when I say plotless, I mean you could find more plot in a dictionary. But it does have life-sucking fairies and egg-thieves. That makes it worth rewriting.
8. Last book in my fantasy series – young adult
Un-named. Unsure. Unlovable. But I need to know how that 7-book series ends just as much as the next monkey.
9. Revisions with my agent
Oh yeah. I’m doing this too at some point.
10. THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF COMPREHENDING THE UNIVERSE – young adult
Besides the epic title, this IS without doubt one of the ideas I am most passionate about. It’s a contemporary about a girl on the Asperger’s spectrum, who meets a boy who’s breaking his surfboard, and they write. Doesn’t that sound adorable? Okay, okay. Not so much. But it’s adorable in my head. I’m being wild with this one. It’s written in a version of 2nd person (so lots of “you said” happening). I won’t have traditional chapters either. It’ll all be weird and unusual (like the title) and maybe it’ll never sell and no one will want to read it…but I love it. And, I mean, you probably don’t know this, but I kind of do what I want when it comes to writing books.
This is the end, blogglings. RIP me when my head explodes.