Novel Notes For March 31st, 2019

Wrote the first scene of the first draft tonight.

OMFG: April Brexit Showers May Bring American Impeachment?

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

I looked at the schedule for Brexit and at April 14, that’s about the same timetable that AG Bill Barr says some form of the Mueller Report might come out.

That might be…interesting?

Novel Notes For March 30th, 2019

— Things are going well.

Goal: Have Jennifer Lawrence Produce The Movie Version Of My Novel

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

Things are zipping along with the scene summary I’m writing for my novel and hopefully by April 1st, I can finally begin writing the first draft seriously.

I find myself daydreaming about who I would want to produce the movie version of the novel and one name stands out: Jennifer Lawrence.

But whatever.

I have to actually write the damn thing first.

Novel Notes Of March 29th, 2019

— Things are moving along nicely.

— Going to try to keep the word count to about 165,000.

Novel Notes For March 28th, 2019

— Had a structural problem I had to fix.

I have a lot of work still to do.

Liz Plank, I WUV YOU IN ALL CAPS.

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

This is a chat about the audience for the novel I’m developing and writing right now. It’s kind of silly, but thoughtful.

Some Idle Thoughts On My Novel’s ‘High Concept’

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

I dunno. Either this is novel’s concept is genius or completely ridiculous. Here are some thoughts.

Novel Notes For March 27th, 2019

— Things are going fine right now.

— Have a lot of blank time to fill up.

— The novel occurs over about 5 months.

— The book is very cinematic

— Rock music is at the center of this concept.

You Can Either Get Drunk All The Time Now, Or Run Like Hell

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

So, I’m writing a novel.

Now that Trump’s probably never leaving office, I feel like I have been pushed into the second act of personal quest for fire.

Because of a unique set of circumstances, I have a window of opportunity to throw my entire mind at writing a 200,000 word work of pop art about life in the Trump Era done in the guise of a thriller set in a small Southern community.

It may suck, but at least you can’t say I didn’t try.

And given the track record of writers, I’ll probably die of consumption even if I do manage to sell the thing to a publishing house. Or I’ll have to self publish.

Or something.

Something sucky.

But my entire creative life is officially consumed by this project. I’m giving myself a deadline of Jan. 1st, 2020 to finish a SECOND draft.

Wish me luck.