Well. The Impressionists is actually a thing. I'm about a day behind schedule, or on schedule if you factor in the late start. Right now, in fact, I am supposed to be working on it, but it seemed like a good moment to drop in and give a verbal update.
Honestly, if it stopped here, I would still be quite happy. If I ever wrote at this rate before, it was either for an essay or an old fanfic ten years ago. I just write before I go to bed, and catch up during the day if I have to. Kind of a flaky schedule, but so far it works.
The book itself is a challenge to see if I really could write a "better love story than Twilight," as the saying goes, which is something I have always speculated but never tried to prove. The way things are going, I would say this is a case of "equal to but not greater than" in terms of the romantic plot. On the other hand, the whole "pale brunette naive schoolgirl in Washington state" part is guaranteed authentic. That's something I just happen to know about (by virtue of being myself) better than Stephenie Meyer or E. L. James. :P
So that is the inglorious premise... The sci-fi element is the fun part. In fact, the more I stare at the concept cover, the more I picture some pterodactyls flying about (because seriously, pterodactyls > cougars). Sasquatch is supposed to be our local cryptid, but somehow a sasquatch in the book would be less interesting. Probably because seeing a sasquatch is about as likely as seeing a dinosaur, and in some ways less likely, because your hopes of seeing sasquatch are higher and the probabilities seem higher, and the disappointment is greater, and nobody expects to see a dinosaur....
By the way, did I ever mention the time I dreamed about an entelodont, without knowing what it was? (Before you Google it, be warned. Stuff of bad dreams.)
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