NaNoWriMo took me a whole different direction than I planned. I had slightly mapped out a sci-fi/fantasy before Nov 1st, but eventually I ran out of story. Because I needed a better outline and bunches of brainstorming to make that sucker work, I abandoned my water world and interstellar characters.
Something had to change to get the words down.
My imagination amazes me some days and as I let it roam, I thought of how I raised my son as a single mom. In his twenties now, he is strong, intelligent, and kind. I’m very proud of him.
These thoughts brought up other thoughts and before I realized it, I was thinking of another boy—not my son but an imaginary middle-grade boy—and put him on his bike facing the longest, and the steepest hill in the world on his worst day of his life.
Kid suicide is a serious thing, and this kid faced it every day on his way home from school when he stopped at the top of the longest, and the steepest hill. Every day he wanted to let go, race to the bottom and end it all.
I started writing about this boy and how just before the bike loses control he gives himself one more day. But his life is without hope until he sees a poster advertising a magic club meeting at the local library.
This story is about how he earns his place, finds the pieces of his wand and with the help of some friends eventually assembles it. As long as he succeeds he’s fine, but if he fails, there may be no saving him.
Let’s hope I do it justice. Any advice or reading you’d suggest. I’ve written middle grade before but my hero was much older than this little guy.