A Happy Goodbye

Last night I bid a happy goodbye to my middle grade novel.

It's one of two fiction projects I've been working on in fits and starts for almost two years.

I love my main character.  She's got fire.  She's got moxie.  She's got, well, character.  And chutzpah.

But I realized last night that she doesn't really have a story.  At least not a compelling one.

She's a character in search of a plot.

And so, despite all her escapades and nosiness and dreams, I must bid her adieu.  For now.

I've taken out a fresh composition notebook, some colored Sharpies and am brainstorming a fresh start.

Clear the decks!