I'm going to a reading on Friday, of a German author who is a friend of my mom. She has read some of my short stories and apparently really liked them, so I'm kind of totally mega-excited to meet her. After the Frankfurt Book Fair fell flat for me due to other commitments, this is the next best thing. Maybe this author has some suggestions how I could proceed getting my novel published in Germany.
I don't want to get my hopes too high, though. I'm looking forward to meeting her, regardless, and to experience a published author in action on her book tour. It'll be my first reading ever.
I'm not participating in NaNoWriMo this year. That'd just be too much on top of everything else right now. Writing everyday is good but I won't manage the 1,667 words per day unless I buck up at the weekends - and, at the moment, I need those to do other things than sitting in front of the computer all day, like I do at work. Too much computer time and I get island fever and inspiration floats far out to sea never to be reeled in again. The NaNo-pace just won't work for this working gal.
So right now I'm typing away on a christmassy short story - I have what I think is a cool idea: what if one South African kid's Christmas wish is of a White Christmas, in the heat of his southern continental summer? How would Santa and his little elf helpers deal with making that one come true?
I still have no clue how to solve this little quandary, but my main character is hard at work to get it done. Pantsers surely know the feeling. :-)
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