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NaNo Plot Update

I'm throwing my plot outline out the window.

The main ideas are still there, but not in the order I had planned them in.

So we move on to the "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" phase.

And such a sweet phase it is.


Writer's Block: Novel Ideas

NaNoWriMo starts today. Give us a one-sentence description of the novel you plan to write.
One sentence would be way too short. I've taken three story-lines that have been floating around in my head (all involving the same group of characters) and squished them together. But to summarize: one of the seraphim gets kicked out of Heaven and has to make his own way in Hell, but finds a little help along the way with a brother-sister duo. Later, an angel gets locked out of Heaven due to some faults in the sort of security system they have and gets stuck on Earth.

And well.
It goes on from there.

Trauma and drama and romance and fantasy and all that fun stuff.

The outline's in my journal, but friend-locked.
I'm not picky about adding friends, though. (:

Writer's Block: Spirits

Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever encountered one?
Yes, I believe in them; I always have -- my mom and grandmother are the "witches" of the family, and brought me up believing like they do -- in spirits, auras, ghosts, the Tarot, healing hands, all that.

When I was very small, we lived in an old house in Little Rock, and it was haunted by the ghost of a little girl (my nursery had been her room). I don't know if I ever saw her, but even my dad (who is the polar opposite of my mom as far as spirituality goes) was touched by her at least once.

Just this past summer, I was staying at my grandmother's farm just outside of Little Rock and I woke up in the middle of the night. A man was standing next to my bed -- wearing a soldier's uniform from maybe the seventeenth or eighteenth century -- missing his left arm from the elbow down. He wasn't bloody or gory or anything, and he didn't hurt me or try to hurt me, but he did startle me quite a bit.

While sleeping over at a friend's house about a year ago, we were talking to her house's resident ghost and manage to get a recording of his voice (you have to have the volume all the way up and be listening very closely, but you can hear him). It was definitely one of the most unnerving experiences of my life; but it was really, really cool.

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