Salem

This past Monday, I began research on my first thriller. Ever. Here's a synopsis:

Single daughters of single mothers are disappearing all over the globe. The story barely makes the news, buried beneath war, famine, and celebrity fashion. Salem and Izzy, best friends since birth and fresh University of Chicago grads, don't even know it's happening. But when their mothers disappear, leaving behind a terrifying and cryptic message, they find themselves both detectives and suspects in a modern witch hunt. On the run from the law, their search moves from the upper east coast of the U.S. to Europe, where the women learn that the only way to save their mothers is to plunge headlong into a hidden and dangerous world of religious and political secrets, buried history, and one impossible truth.

I'm in the research phase, which I have reason to love. I've ordered nearly a dozen books, some on the witch trials of Salem, some on the "disappearing" of women in religion. My boyfriend and research partner has found me a bunch of links, including phenomenal videos. I've even started a Pinterest page for the book.

I also am only spending approximately one of the six hours I have scheduled for this book every day, putzing around the other five. Why? Because the task of writing a book seems so daunting, every time, like a farce of epic proportions (why stop at writing a book? why not build a house? or perform open heart surgery? I'm sure I'd be just as good). It is like writer's block, only I am researching, and I am not supposed to be writing. Because I'm researching. Or something.

Feck. I know what I'm doing. I'm stalling because of fear. The funny part is that the book writing isn't so hard, once you get into it. You do your best, and then you make it better. It's the STARTING the book writing that is nearly impossible, every. Single. Day.

I'm going to do better tomorrow. I promise.

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