So, I’m taking the NaNoWriMo challenge…I feel sort of weird about it, because this idea has been in my head for three years. Putting it on a page is like having a baby. I think. Since we adopted, it’s hard to make a definite comparison. I’ll be attempting to write 50,000 words in a month, so my Adoption = posts might be fewer than usual. Here’s a snippet, in case you’re interested. (Ha, snippet. I’ve always wanted to say that.)
Detective Bo Franklin kicked a clod of loose dirt away from the edge of the site in frustration. It skittered across the frozen ground. They weren’t going to get anywhere in this weather. It hadn’t dropped below fifty degrees all winter, but now, in February, the temperature had plummeted and everything was frozen solid. Just when he had his first lead. Thank you, Virginia, for officially having the weirdest weather on the east coast. He headed back to his truck, still trying to make sense of what the kid had said. Was this even a lead, or just an attention-starved child? How could a five-year-old boy possibly have information about missing kids?