Twas the night before Christmas and no sign of dad was Jayne’s
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thoughts. Me dad only staggered in some nights wanting to see me but mum wouldn’t let him. The next morning Jayne could hear whistling coming down the road. Jayne popped her head out the window and it was her dad and he had this parcel neatly wrapped with red tissue paper and a white ribbon with a bow.
He gave me that red parcel with the white bow and it jingled. I missed you daddy and thank you for seeing me today and with a surprize red parcel, Open it.
I got the biggest surprize it was a tamberine…
The story above is different than what I wrote first and it’s so different-I liked the first snippet, thats filed, so you could be writing a snippet a few times before it’s right one that fits in well.
When starting my novel my ideas were going everywhere. I kept starting a line of thought then stopping. My teacher told me you just have to pick one idea and go with it. Starting from scratch with a novel there must be an idea and then revote around that. Some ideas with writing happening, maybe a chapter or two you can find that it’s not taking you anywhere. When I started Jayne Tishrae I started her as a little girl and it was in third person, though it didn’t take me anywhere after a 1000 words or 2.
One day it came to me boing! a diary format and I thought how cool is that-perfect. Plus I could write it as if she wrote it herself. This worked after part one and it’s still. Bits and pieces from the first idea with Jayne as a child I have kept snippets here and there. Kinda like above.
