Today, someone at work asked what my novel was about. I stared for a little while and then said the following:

A teenage boy asks a girl to homecoming but they get in a car accident on the way and she dies. Then she comes back to haunt him, leaving him to figure out the difference between survivor’s guilt and poltergeists. 

My co-workers stared at me. I stared at them some more. And then they said “huh okay!” 

…I really need to work on my elevator pitch. T~T

In other news, I’ve gone through 60 pages of the hard copy manuscript today for part three. Geez, it’s all over the place.