After a rough couple of days when I had to fight my own mood and real life stuff (tho I made myself write at least a little on those days) I had a fabulous day today. Have cracked 13,000 (13,300 to be precise. According to the NaNo site I should be at 13,336 by tomorrow night. Yay!) and am still feeling great about my story. This is a good sign for me. And this is the most I’ve ever written on one story. It’s starting to hit me: I think I really can write a book.
So what are my plans for this book? Well, after I edit the crap out of it next month and ask a few people to beta it, I am planning to use lulu.com to publish it. Would I like to be in bookstores nationwide? Well sure! But this time I around, I’m mostly just proving to myself that I can actually do this. I’ve talked it it long enough. Time to put up or shut up.
Oh yes, before I forget, You might know that @CherryPop and @LiamTheZombie are on Twitter. Some other characters from my book have jumped on the Twitter bandwagon. Give them a follow won’t you?
@DesmondMcGee – CherryPop’s father and powerful Resurrection Man
@Charlotte_McGee – CherryPop’s mother, also very powerful with the Wicca side of things.
@J_Starkweather – Julius Starkweather, AKA “Shark” – though never to his face. Shark is the man who must be stopped at all costs.
If you follow these accounts, you might get some hints about the book’s plot 
Here’s an excerpt:
Up ahead, Shark caught the dim light from the stairway entrance he had used only minutes before and to him, it represented safety. He would narrowly escape his own foul creatures and heaven help the flunky who had allowed them to get loose from their pen.
As he put his foot on the bottom stair, he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt. Shark let out a decidedly unmannered shriek and tore himself free, but the delay had cost him. As he wrenched himself from the grasp of the zombie, another one wrapped its powerful arms around Shark’s midsection. It held on with an iron grip and opened its jaws wide. Shark screamed in terror as he felt the teeth tear his the side of his belly open. Blood poured out and the zombie lapped it up greedily.
Oh yes, one last thing: I now have a title! I dub this book Athenaeum 
Maybe. All names subject to change on the whim of the author.
