For maybe the first time since August, if I were keeping track, I sat down and actually wrote. It felt good. The creative juices were flowing. Sort of. Okay, it was only 688 words, but I think I got most of them in the right order. And I finished a crucial chapter in my work, once again, in progress that sets things in motion for the plot to unfold.
For those who have followed this blog, you may know I wrote a middle grade adventure about a kid living on a pirate ship. If you haven’t been paying attention, I wrote a middle grade adventure about a kid living on a pirate ship. That story consumed me for years. I had JK Rowling-type delusions; plotting out sequels, going on book tours, living on my own pirate ship. And then I started querying.
Needing a break from all things pirate, I had another brilliant idea whilst visiting some friends over the summer. My friend Prissy Bower (not his real name, but what I think his surname means in German) and his wife took me to a musical called Nun-Sense 2. Apparently a sequel to the wildly popular Nun-Sense, which I’d never heard of, it had a cast of nuns. Well, actresses playing nuns. Actually, I’m not sure actresses qualifies. It was a small town production. Even that might be giving it too much credit. It was in the high school theater of the town where they make Smucker’s Jelly, and, where I learned, the Amish like Taco Bell.
All that aside, one of the actresses was rather attractive, so Prissy and I took to calling her Sister Very Pretty. Not long after I found myself chuckling about that name and began to wonder about such a character. Has there ever been such a creature as a pretty nun? The Catholic school survivor in me says Hell no! But the writer in me said, “What if?”
Hence, an idea for a new novel was born. Pushing Schmitty and the pirates aside, I dove into the world of Seymour Glass, a teacher trying to keep himself from falling in love with a nun. Like most things in Seymour’s life, he’s not very good at it and the trouble it causes seemed like good fodder for a novel. Still, even I didn’t know why Sister Very Pretty was a nun. Once I figured it out, the plot came together. All that was left was to tell the story.
So, with the problems of real life waning for the time being, I’m back to writing. And it feels pretty good. Prettyyy prettyyyyyy prettyyyyyy prettyyyyyyyy good. Heck, I might even post something one of these days.
Oh, and if you haven’t figured it out, it’s called Sister Very Pretty.
P.S. I think I'll offer a prize to anyone who can guess Prissy Bower's real last name. Hint: think Prissy Bow.