As the title says, I'm considering taking a novel writing class next semester. The trouble is, I wouldn't know what to write about.
I have a few vague ideas, but I'm not sure if I could stretch them out in to a novel. Then again, the class is only 4 or 5 chapters long, so it could be a novella. . . Hmm.
Some ideas I have:
-Boy is a recluse gamer and internet-addict living in his mom's basement. Girl is also a reclusive interneter, all she does is browse the web while lying in her hospital bed. Boy meets girl online. Girl's disease gets worse. Boy meets girl irl, becomes enamored and infatuated with her. Girl becomes a zombie.
-Fantasy story where the princess locked in a tower befriends the dragon guarding her.
-Hmmmm something where a conflict leads to a small woman getting in to a fight she can not win, she is beaten but continues to stand up anyway. Central theme: "Getting knocked down isn't losing, not getting up is." or "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the bitch." Contrast this with "letting" someone win at a videogame or a sports-match.
-Or random out of the ordinary yet somehow ordinary days of ordinary people. I don't know.
Any other ideas? Like any of these maybe?
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....that's manly.
Also that's a rough draft but you're welcome to read it/critique it, I'm going to edit it so it makes more sense symbolically.
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It'd seem as tho time...just doesn't heal most people I know, nowadays.
they only get worse...
-Reid-
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