I have sat here for a good hour tonight attempting to get cracking on another chapter of my Confessions Of A Wallflower book series, but nothing more than a line is coming to me.
Diving into the mind of a shy 14 year old who is greiving the loss of her best friend while beginning a fresh start in a new town, isnt much of a stretch for me, as this character is loosely based upon myself (minus the death of a friend, mine are all wonderfully still here.) What I am trying to write is a view on what I saw in my high school - my experiences in England and in Canada - and mould them into the lives of the stereotypes one would find at a high school: the jock, the popular girl, the nerd, the rebel and of course, the shy quiet outsider who narrates the story.
I am very drawn to characters who have more to them than meets the eye, whether they are the beauty or the geek, the chubby flute player or the permanent resident in detention. It’s interesting to watch and interesting to write and who doesnt have those memories of high school? Pleasant or not, we all have them.
My aim is to tell a story of Samantha and her experiences through the few individuals around her as she completes 4 years of high school; accepting her loss and that there is always more to something than is on the surface.
Fingers crossed I succeed in this goal.
