Right. So, this post makes me feel a little awkward.
Oh, gawd, I can feel the blush coming on now.
So, um…you see. I’m kind of writing a…*cough*
Well, I’m trying to write a…*squirm*
I mean, one day I hope to write a… *cringe*
(I feel like such a wanker.)
Hello everyone. My name is Lisa and I am writing a novel. Well, words that I dream will one day be published into a book.
Maybe that’s a better way of describing it.
Words. I am writing lots and lots of words, and one day those words may transform themselves into a book.
Oh gawd that was hard.
I don’t know why talking about my book…I mean…words, is always so hard. I have always dreamt of writing a novel. But for some reason I think that someone like me has no right to write a novel.
Stoopid…innit? But that’s the way my mind works. And the minds of so many other writers I know.
But today I am putting it out there because I need your help. You see I can’t come up with a name for the heroine of my novel. And I want your suggestions.
I guess I should tell you something about this story. So far it’s about the corporate wankery (technical term) a woman faces when she returns to work after giving birth and becoming a mother. Sound familiar? If you’ve read my blog before you would know that I’m rather obsessed (and at times infuriated) with the incompatibility of the parenting and business worlds.
So back to my character: she’s a complex mix of fierce ambition and maternal instincts; bravado mixed with anxiety; toughness tinged with softness.
Sarah? Sharon? Harlow? Waverley? Elizabeth? Tanita? Tabitha? Louise? Gah!
To help you put a name to this character, below is what I think will be the opening few paragraphs. *winces* *cringes* *hits publish anyway*
<Insert name here> knew the tingling sensation in her stomach couldn’t possibly be the first movements of her baby. But god how she wished it was. After trying for what felt like an eternity, she was at last six weeks pregnant and desperate for her bump to grow. And when she did finally get past that 12-week safety threshold, she was going to stick one hand behind her back and milk that pregnancy waddle so John Wayne would be proud. It was the happiest she had ever felt in her entire life and she wanted the world to know.
But for now she couldn’t tell anyone. As she sat down on the hard brown plastic chair, <insert name here> had to convince her early pregnancy euphoria to stay put. She also had to convince the same of her morning sickness, swilling around her gut as she breathed in the staff cafeteria air, thick with greasy eggs and baked beans.
But <insert name here> wasn’t the only person in the staff cafeteria that morning with a secret. Kevin from HR plonked his full English breakfast down in front of her and rolled into his seat.
“You not eating?” he asked vigorously shaking a bottle of tomato sauce.
“Already have,” she lied. “Totally forgot we had a breakfast meeting.”
“Pity. These sausages are looking mighty fine,” he said unleashing a dollop of sauce over them.
<Insert name here> suppressed an urge gurgling deep inside her as she watched Kevin hack into his runny eggs
“Look, I need to give you a heads up about something,” he said chewing and glancing around the cafeteria.
“Today you will receive a meeting request for something called ‘cobra’ and you need to make yourself available.”
<Insert name here>’s mind moved away from her gurgling stomach back to her head.
“I’m about to tell you something that will be the biggest thing this company has ever done. And once it gets out, trust me, the media will be all over us,” he hissed
Hit me with your names people!