A pattern emerges through repetition. Going into my 4th year of NaNoWriMo I saw my pattern last night.
My novels begin with the name of the main character.
Brooke and Sylvia started it all way back when. After this brave pair came the fragile Noelia. The most recent heroine bore the name Geanie.
Last night in a funk of all funks I turned myself to the pen and page. Upon the crisp new pages of a Moleskine an inky idea bled out the stinky sick and replaced it with hope. Finally, a new novel idea for this fall.
Their names came to me.
I am going to try a new challenge this year. I am going to let the characters who whispered their names to me tell their story. Previously, I have prepared for this month of writing by listing out the chapters and the flow of the story, an outline if you will. I am not going to do that this year. I have a general idea of where the story will go, but I am going to let these precious souls show me the way.
I know the question on your mind is what are their blessed names? All in good time my friends, all in good time.