Musings of a Hopeful Author

One of the things I've always enjoyed the most in writing stories, but also agonized over the most, is naming my characters. I think names are powerful, they project energy, perceptions, and any number of other things. At least they do to me. That's why I don't take naming my characters lightly. It's also why I've spent the last couple of weeks going through notebook after notebook trying to find where I might have jotted down some names I've already agonized over so I wouldn't have to do it again.  Unfortunately, I did not find any names in those notes. I did, however, reorganize several notebooks and rekindled my imagination regarding several different stories I've started dreaming up over the years. Alas, they shall have to wait. Our focus is now space, or at least it will be until I get feedback on my revised Angel story chapters. When I get that feedback, my focus will shift to the Angel story for a time to finish out that story before returning onc...

 So, I am taking a momentary break from my Angel story to allow for a friend to read through the newly revised opening chapters. No point in carrying the changes through the rest of the book of they aren't worthwhile, am I right?  Well, since I am now in a holding pattern on that story, I thought I'd make the best of my daily "writing block" to look at another story I have been thinking about for a few years. I opened the first chapter I had started writing and DAMN. Haha. It's so mean, haha. It starts off in a meeting with people - or more specifically a single person - giving status updates. The POV we're seeing this meeting through has apparently had enough of meetings and of this individual. I am now trying hard to think of who might have inspired this hate filled meeting. I think maybe my description of the meanness isn't enough. So, here's a brief glimpse into the opening.  Cecil continued to drone on about God knows what for what felt like the t...