The Education of Sumire Min
Originally posted at Uncreated Conscience.
So, I know it’s already 11 days into November, but is anyone else doing NaNoWriMo? I am cheating, of course, as I’m actually NaNo-ing a project I was already about 35K into by the time November rolled around. (I’m doubly cheating because this is actually the backstory to a villain character in another novel I started writing to avoid working on it.)
Min Sumire was eighteen years old and a woman grown the day an ill wind from the West blew in and rattled the foundations of her new life. Until then she had believed herself impervious to the typhoons and tsunamis of emotional upheaval, but it only took a single blow to her heart to upend everything she held to be true.
These were the truths she held to be unquestionable: that she was smarter than everyone about her, that her beauty was a weapon to be wielded, and that her heart was as cold as ice. She would do anything to serve her own needs ahead of another’s, and she made peace with the knowledge that she was ruthless and beautiful.
But it was all a lie, and it only took was one kiss for her foundations to come crashing down about her ears.
You’ve seen me post drawings/paintings about it. God, I have so many methods of procrastination. Don’t want to write your novel? Write another one! Don’t want to write that? Draw pictures from it instead! Yeesh. I’m also really good at getting in my own way. I started writing this book to get away from relentless research and just write characters making out, but I’m about 42K into it now and THERE IS STILL NO MAKING OUT. Instead I’m writing political scene after political scene after political scene in an attempt to get to the kissing. Also I apparently can’t stop researching; it’s a terrible compulsion! An addiction! I just wanted to write makeouts, dammit!