I have a few ideas rolling around now.
Idea 1: Make another attempt that the novel I started a couple NaNos ago, in which the lead of a Bachelor-esque dating show falls for one of the production assistants.
Idea 2: Trashy historical romance novel set in colonial somethingorothersburg in which a fiesty shopkeeper's daughter and some hot apprentice/soldier/whotheeffknows have a passionate affair and everything else mentioned in the romance research thread.
Idea 3: Do something non-fiction. This is what comes most naturally to me, but my my life isn't interesting enough to write a memoir, unless people really want to read about Bible college, Maine, and being broke.
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LOL, if that option wins in a landslide I'm screwed! Haha. I'm wicked torn between 1 and 2. Both sound fun in theory before the actual work begins.
would it help you to decide if I told you that I just read a free Kindle book that was very similar to the plot of #1 and it was just okay, not amazing?
Num-ber-two, Num-ber-two! (That's me chanting and possibly banging my fists on the desk)
That does kind of help!
Two would probably be more fun, and easier to power through if I started losing steam.
dup (guess I'm THAT excited for 2)
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Could you spice up a fictionalized memoir with a fiesty shopkeeper's daughter and some hot apprentice/soldier/whotheeffknows. I hear they have those, even in Maine!
I'm doing a fictionalized memoir, though, so that's where my mind is. How I'm going to work widowhood into a light comedy read is still open to debate.
Well, I have been a fiesty shopkeeper, myself ... that's how I met the bf. He was my boss. So technically he was the shopkeeper and I was his fiesty assistant.
Actually, our back story would make a good novel, but I suspect actually writing about it would be a bad idea.
I'm interested to see how you do the bolded as well! If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been widowed?
I don't mind you asking. My husband died about a year and a half ago. Brain cancer. So honestly, there wasn't a lot of humor in my house the last 3+ years. But with two teenage boys in the house, I either have to find stuff to smile about, or I'd be in jail, serving two life sentences. For teenicide.
I'm sorry
Stupid effing cancer. And yeah ... I can imagine re: the bolded! lol