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.

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.

me: i luv my ocs
friend: id love to hear about them
me:
me: one wears a hat sometimes ?