3 Tips for Authentically Writing Characters with Depression: A Guest Post

Have I forgotten about this series? No! It's time for the second installment (do I have a title for this series yet? No. No, I do not.), and today the topic is something y'all know is close to my heart. I'm pleased (see? still trying to avoid the 'I'm so excited' line) to hand the stage over to Victoria Penning! Victoria is a sweetheart with a whole lot of spunk that graciously agreed to write a guest post on a subject that is so sensitive for a lot of people.

Hello! I'm Victoria!

I had the great privilege of being asked to write a guest post for Kaitlyn’s blog on a topic that I am very passionate about and love to write. Characters with depression. 

Why? Because I struggled with my own depression and suicidal thoughts and I love to share about it with people now that I have overcome my own struggles. 

A little more in-depth about me, I’m nineteen, I come from a large, Christian, homeschool family, and yes, I struggled with depression. That was something that not many people understood. 

“You haven’t had a rough life. You have a great family. You’ve lived a sheltered life. What do you have to be depressed about?”

Well, I won’t go into all the details because that’s not really what this post is for, but this is a very common thing for Christian homeschoolers who struggle with depression. 


1) My BIGGEST piece of advice for writing a character who deals with depression is: life doesn’t suddenly get better after the climax. Life isn’t all sunshine and roses for that character after they see the light or are saved. They aren’t suddenly healed and everything is great. 

Nuh uh. It comes and goes in waves. And one thing that comes along in the package of depression is the voice inside the head. That little voice that gives sugared up and painted over lies, making them seem so real that we end believing them. That never just “goes away”. It takes so. Much. TIME. 

So, tip #1: don’t make your character suddenly “get better”. 



2) When you have depression, but are around people who don’t understand why, you learn how to fake a smile and laugh suuuper well. A best friend might be able to pick up something if the mask slips a little bit, but most of the time if that person who is struggling doesn’t want other people to know, no one will know. I’m not kidding. For example:

Your character is in a group setting and is feeling kind of down, maybe playing with the straw in their drink. Someone says something to them and a smile quickly lights their face, knowing they have to look happy as they talk with them. 

Try something different. Anyone could look over and see this friend looking kind of down and ask if they’re okay. While that really is great, and I wish it was that easy, if your character really doesn’t want people to know, something like this might happen:

Carly laughed at her friend's story, wiping tears from her eyes and biting her lips together in an attempt to trap the giggles as a waiter approached the table. She could feel her face turning red with the suppressed laughter.

Sounds totally normal when you’re with a best friend, right? But then continue it. 

Carly closed the door of her bathroom, the silence finally surrounding her and digging its fingernails into her brain. The smile slipped from her face and exhaustion flooded her soul. Her throat clogged, the suppressed tears begging to be released. The familiar weight settled on her shoulders and all of the voices crept back into her mind.

Carly could be totally fine with friends, but when she gets home and is alone, the joy of being with people fades and the crushing weight returns with way too much joy. 

So, tip #2: Depression can be easily hidden. 

3) Things can stick in a person’s brain for a long time. Especially if your character has depression and is an overthinker. You just doubled the pain and difficulty for that poor character. That character will remember pretty much every mistake and awkward moment they’ve ever had, and they will stress about it way too often. It will enforce the voice in their head telling them that they are a mistake, and that they aren’t wanted or that they shouldn’t even be alive so they wouldn’t mess something up for that person or be a burden to their family. Thoughts mess with a person's head so much, it’s hard to even describe it. 

So, tip #3: the inner thought process of your character is super important to know, and they need to have situations in their past or even present that fuel their wrong decision of how they don’t deserve life. 

All of this has been pretty depressing sounding. (Hm, I wonder why, Vic). Now, here’s my last piece of advice, although this is more a personal story. 

I struggled with all of this. Every single thing that you have read here, I have drawn from my own personal experiences. Yes, I went through all of this. I contemplated suicide so many times, and almost went through with it one time. 

BUT! 

But God sent along this incredible friend that I met awkwardly. I never imagined that we would become best friends, or that this person would so effectively make my walls crumble. I told this friend everything. Still do, and this friend is the reason why I am still alive. This one person saw through my masks and made me feel like I honestly come and talk to them. 

If you want to save your character, put them through a heck of a rough life, and then give them that one person who saw something that no one else did. Because that’s often how life works. There’s just one person who might notice something that no one else will. And that can save your character’s life.

I hope you enjoyed this little peek into my life, I hope that this helps you write your character with depression, and if you are struggling and don’t have that one person yet, come find me. I will be that one person for you. Or even if you’re struggling with writing your character, send me questions! I am not shy or sensitive about this topic at all and love to answer questions! 

Lastly, thank you to Kaitlyn for giving me this opportunity to share what I’m passionate about. She’s an incredible human being!

~Victoria

Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to give us a bit of insight into this subject, Victoria, and for being so open to such a sensitive subject. (If y'all are interested checking out Victoria's book, A Tasteful Christmas, you can find it on Goodreads here!)

I'm loving this blog series so far! Do you have any topics you'd like to see discussed in the future?

5 Tips for Writing Medical Scenes: A Guest Post

Y'ALL! Today we get to try something new! (I could give you the typical 'and I'm so excited for it' line, but I won't do that to you) I've approached some authors and put together a series of guest posts that is gonna be epic.

What is this series title, you ask? I...have no idea. *shrugs* But what I do know is that every other month, I will be posting a list of five tips to help you improve your writing! I've already learned so much from today's post, and I'm sure that you will too.

Today's guest is Jesseca Wheaton, bringing you five tips for writing medical scenes!

Hey guys! For those who don’t know me, my name is Jesseca. I work full time on our local ambulance service, and in my free moments I dabble in writing. I’m also an indie author and I’ve published several books. Currently I’m studying to get my degree in Paramedicine. I’ve been an EMT since 2018 and an AEMT since last year. I worked in the ER for nearly two years before I left that and went full time on the ambulance. I’m currently loving it and wouldn't change my job for the world. And as anyone will tell you, I’m notorious for finding medical errors in books and TV shows. Working in the medical field I notice things I don’t even want to and I’ve decided I should probably stop watching Chicago Med. After all, it seems most of what I do is lecture the show for having things wrong. XD Anyway. Kate’s invited me here today to talk a little bit about writing medical scenes and characters, so let’s get started.

1) Do your research. Are you writing a character with Asthma? Research the disease. Study more than you need to know for the book. It’s easy to open a book and tell whether the author actually knows about the disease they’re writing about, or whether they did just enough research to know some facts about it. Same goes with medical procedures. And I’m not talking about surgeries, I’m talking about something as simple as placing an IV. If you have your medical character start a 16g IV in the hand of a little old lady in a nursing home, any medical professional reading that is going to roll their eyes. It doesn’t matter how small the detail — do what you can to make it as accurate as possible. Your readers will thank you. (And I’ll definitely thank you.) I don’t mean just internet and book research. If you really want to write an accurate book with a first responder character, go out into the field and do some hands-on research. Most EMS agencies will let you do a ride-along with them to see how things work, and they’re more than willing to answer questions. It’ll add a degree of realism to your book you wouldn't have otherwise. Also … don’t use TV shows as your research. Maybe that seems obvious, but the amount of people I know who have watched a medical TV show and decided to write a medical book … Let’s just say there’s more than one. 


2) You don’t need to go terribly in depth. If you decide to write a medical scene and you don’t know much about the medical field, that’s okay! You don’t have to. Hit the important parts and don’t give many details. Say the paramedics came and took the guy in an ambulance. Don’t try to talk about what they did on scene or in the back of the truck. But if you do decide to go into detail …  


3) ...Ask someone who’s knowledgeable in that area. Doctors, Nurses, Paramedics, AEMTs, and even most EMTs will be able to answer basic medical questions. Find one who doesn’t mind answering some questions and ask them how things would most likely go. Obviously every situation will be different but there are some medical facts that won’t change. (If your character has lost a lot of blood, chances are he’s not gonna be able to grab a sword and just keep on fighting.) And just a fun fact for you here … any sort of trauma to the abdomen can be just as fatal as trauma to the chest.

4) Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation hasn’t been practiced for a number of years. In fact, most instructors who teach CPR classes have gone to teaching compressions-only CPR. If your character comes upon someone who’s down without a pulse, they most likely won’t have any sort of CPR pocket-mask with them. (I mean … unless they’re in the medical field and carry one just in case, or they’re paranoid and try to be prepared for any circumstance.) In such a situation, hands only or compression only CPR is what’s encouraged. It’ll keep the rescuer safe, while also improving the chances for the person found down.

5) If you decide to make a medical character your main character, keep in mind that they don’t think like everyone else. They’ll notice details most people don’t. And they have a sense of humor all their own. 

Sometimes people accuse us of being insensitive, but you need to realize that we have to have a certain degree of that to be able to do our jobs. We can’t be bothered by life and death situations. We won't freak out over a minor injury. Most of the time we don’t show emotion. Don’t get me wrong, we all have that one call that still haunts us. We still wonder if there’s anything more we could have done. But you’ll never know that unless we feel like you’re someone who will understand. It’s why we tend to stick together. We’ll share things with each other because we know that someone who’s in the same spot will understand. It isn’t often that we’ll share things with someone outside. (Unless maybe you’re our best friend and we tell you everything regardless of what it is. )

People working in the medical field can’t imagine doing anything else. It isn’t easy, but it’s worth it. Sure, there are days that are hard. There are days we question why we ever chose this profession. But there’s a reason we haven't left yet. This is what we were called to do. 

I hope this was somewhat helpful! And if you ever have any questions about writing medical characters, feel free to shoot me a message! You can find me on Instagram at @jessiedawn98. 

Thank you, THANK YOU, Jesseca, for writing this post! Super helpful, and the memes were fantastic. ;)

If y'all have any topics you'd like to see covered in this series, drop them in the comments!

What do you struggle with most when writing medical scenes? 

Throwback Tuesday #4: Tucker's Revenge, Part 4

Don't remember what Throwback Tuesday is, or you missed a previous part? I made a new page on the blog for it—just check out the 'My Stories' tab!

“Wally!”  The officer exclaimed.  “What is going on here?”

Mr. Tucker stood and brushed himself off.  He pointed a shaky finger at Reuben, Simeon and Levi.

“Officer Kelly, these-these brutes accused me of child abuse and these two-” he pointed to Reuben and Levi- “forced me into the alley, and attacked me!  I insist that you arrest these men!”

The officer turned to the Abbott brothers.  “Well men, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

(There's going to be a lot of revising since I changed it and they don't end up fighting in an alley, sooo bear with me.)

Rewrite: The sheriff stepped into the room, boots heavy on the wooden floor. "Everything all right, Tucker?"

    Tucker stepped forward in a burst of sudden courage. "Sheriff, I demand that you arrest these men."

    The sheriff raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Why would I do that?"

    "Because they threatened me and are a general danger to the public; that's why!"

    The sheriff turned to Jamie's brothers. "Is this true?"

    Everyone started talking at once. "No—" "That's completely—" "I wouldn't say—" "Of course they—"

    "All right, hold it." The sheriff's voice boomed over everyone's, and he held up his hands in a calming gesture. "This is a bad place to hold this conversation. Everyone, come down to my office and let's get this straightened out—no, Tucker, I've heard your side of the story. You stay here and keep out of trouble, will you?"

Jamie stepped forward.  “Please sir, my my brothers were just trying to protect me.  Isn’t that right, Simeon?” She said, turning to her brother.

“Officer, my name is Simeon Abbott; I’m sure you have heard of me?”

Officer Kelly nodded.  “Sure.  You’re that sheriff from Rawlins.  Never did care much for small-town sheriffs,” he muttered this last part to himself, but Jamie heard it.

    As soon as they stepped into the sheriff's office, Jamie leapt forward. "Please, Sheriff, my brothers were just trying to protect me. Simeon here—he's a sheriff, too, you know, and he wouldn't do anything to—"

    "Thank you, Jamie, I can introduce myself," Simeon interrupted gently. He turned to the sheriff and stuck out a hand. "Simeon Abbott. I think we've met before."

    The sheriff shook Simeon's hand and nodded in acknowledgement. "I recognized you; I just didn't want to make more of a scene in front of Tucker. I'm Sheriff Kelly. You're from Rawlins, right?"

Simeon explained, “When my sister, Jamie here, and I walked into the store, Mr. Tucker was beating a young boy.  When my Jamie tried to stop him, he would have hit her as well, had I not intervened.”

Officer Kelly turned toward Mr. Tucker.  “Wally, is this true?”  He asked.

Mr. Tucker paled.  “N-no!  Of course not!  This man is just trying to use his power as a sheriff to get out of trouble!”

(Soooooo many exclamation points)

    Simeon nodded. "My sister and I—" he motioned to Jamie "—walked into his store, and he was beating that boy. Jamie tried to stop him, and he would've beat her as well, had I not intervened." He glanced around the office. "Hey, where is the boy, anyway?"

“Who started the fight, Mr. Abbott?”  The officer asked, turning toward Levi.

“Well, uh-”

“I did,”  Reuben interrupted.  “Somebody had to teach Mr. Tucker a lesson!”

“I see... and what are your names?”  

“My name’s Reuben.  And this is Levi.”  Reuben motioned to his brother as he spoke.  “We run the Abbott Ranch.”

“Ah, yes.  The Triple A is one of the biggest ranches in California.  And the sad thing is, the ‘respectful’ owners of the big ranch are going to spend the night in jail.  Wally, you aren’t hurt too badly, I hope?”

Tucker shook his head.  “I’m fine.”  He turned to the Abbotts.  “You’re lucky I’m not pressing charges for assaulting me!”

The officer handcuffed Reuben and Levi.  After hesitating, he handcuffed Simeon  

Jamie clung to Reuben’s arm, tears in her eyes.  “Don’t take them away!  Please!  They have to take me to our sister’s house!”  She cried.

“I’m sorry, Miss.  Wally, please see to it that this girl gets to her sister’s house.”  The officer tipped his hat, turned, and led Jamie’s brothers out of the alley and out of sight.

Mr. Tucker brushed his hands together and turned told Jamie and the boy.

The boy stepped between Jamie and Mr. Tucker. 

“You’re not going to touch a hair on her!”  He exclaimed.  “She saved my skin from you, and even though I can’t repay her by getting her brothers back, I can keep you from harming her!  You think you own the world.  But I think the world would be a better place without the likes of you!”

Mr. Tucker stepped toward the boy, red with rage.  “Boy, you’ve just dug yourself a hole.  I’m gonna-” suddenly he screamed with pain, then crashed to the ground, unconscious.

(mmkay, yeah, at this point I'm just gonna completely change the rest...'cause, well, it needs it)

    Sheriff Kelly grunted and dropped into the swiveling chair behind his desk, motioning the others to take seats as well. "I know the boy. He's been at odds with Tucker ever since he started working with him, and this isn't the first run-in Tucker's had with strangers." He eyed Jamie. "But you'd better let someone bigger and stronger than yourself take him on, young lady."

    Jamie's frowned in indignation, yet she knew he was right. She nodded and studied his face as he continued talking with her brothers. His broad shoulders immediately gave him the air of authority that all sheriffs needed, and his dark eyes hid his thoughts from anyone looking at them.

    He suddenly turned to meet her gaze, and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you'd like to say, Miss Abbott?" His mouth quirked underneath his thick mustache. 

    Jamie's ears burned at being caught staring. "N-no," she stammered. "No sir." She ripped her gaze away from the middle-aged man and stared around his office. Wanted posters hardly made for attractive decor, but what else was she to expect in a sheriff's office? She turned her attention back to the conversation.

    "I'd recommend staying away from Tucker's place," Sheriff Kelly was saying.

    Reuben nodded. "Don't worry about us; I think we've had enough of that place."

Anyone else in the habit of completely changing the course of entire scenes when rewriting? Heh...

Throwback Tuesday #3: Tucker's Revenge, Part 3

I'm getting really bad at keeping consistent with these, aren't I? *winces* When I came up with the idea for these posts, I wasn't actually considering that it...uh...took so much writing. AKA time. *cough* Anyway. Here we are, part three of Tucker's Revenge!

(Don't remember what the story is about, or you have no clue what Throwback Tuesday is? Here's part 1!)

Also, please note that I'm not trying to fix historical inaccuracies; simply rewriting the old stuff. ;)

Original will be in this font, and rewrites in the normal font!

“You’re going to what, Mr. Tucker?”  Simeon asked in a low tone.  “I think that even you would be gentlemanly enough to know not to whip a young boy; much less a girl!”

“Sheriff Abbott!  This is no concern of yours... that is, you wouldn’t let a boy get away with being clumsy, would you?  And as for this girl, she was trying to prevent me from giving this boy the punishment that he has so long deserved!  He gets paid for working here, not for breaking  and spilling things!”  Mr. Tucker sputtered.

(Mmkay, Simeon's out of his jurisdiction. He ain't gonna be known as sheriff here)

Rewrite: "You're going to what, Mr. Tucker?" Simeon's voice was dangerously low. "I would think that a man of your stature would know enough not to beat a young boy senseless, much less a girl."

    Mr. Tucker reddened, and his eyes flashed. "This is no concern of yours. The boy was clumsy, and someone needs to teach him better." He stepped forward, between Simeon and the boy, still grasping Jamie's arm. "And where the girl is concerned, she was trying to prevent me from giving the boy his just punishment." He forced a chuckle. "What's he here for, but to work—not break things?"

“Yes, I would say that it’s my concern, and I believe my brothers would love to teach you a thing or two about being a gentleman, especially for trying to harm our sister.  In fact, I see them crossing the street over here to meet us.”

    Simeon's eyebrow raised, and Jamie swallowed. She'd never seen him look so...deadly.

    "Yes, I'd say that it's my concern," he growled. "If you don't let go of my sister right now, so help me—" he broke off and took a deep breath, then started again. "My brothers are going to be here any minute, and we would love to teach you a thing or two about being a gentleman."

Mr. Tucker immediately let go of Jamie.  “I-I didn’t know she’s you sister, Mr. Abbott!  Here.  See, there’s not a scratch on her!  I don’t want any trouble.  There’s no reason to get upset.”

Just then, Reuben and Levi walked into the store.

    Mr. Tucker's face blanched and he immediately released his grip on Jamie. "I-I didn't know she was your kin, mister—honest! See? Right as rain, not a scratch on her. Let's be reasonable; all's well that ends well. There's no reason to get up—" he was interrupted when the store's front door opened.

“Well, Levi, this city is a little too citified for me,” Reuben said as he slapped his hand down on his younger brother’s shoulder. “Let’s get our little sister and-”  He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw the scene at the back of the store.

“What happened here?”  Asked Reuben.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” replied Simeon.  “The question is, how do we handle it?”  He asked, turning back to Mr. Tucker.

(all the dialogue tags—*gag*)

    Reuben stepped into the room, heaving a sigh. "I don't know about you, Levi, but I've had about enough city for one day." He slapped his brother's shoulder. "Let's get Jamie and get—" he stopped mid-sentence, door standing wide open, when he caught sight of the scene at the back of the store. "What happened here?"

    Simeon turned to Reuben, then back to Tucker. "Do you want to explain, or shall I?" When the man only glared, he continued. "Seems our friend Tucker here isn't against beating children—even girls." Jamie could see his face reddening even as he spoke.

“You-you can’t hold anything against me!  I-I didn’t do anything wrong!  Just ask this kid; he knows that he needed a little discipline!”  He pulled the boy, who had been watching quietly in the background, by his side.

    Tucker's mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to form words. "I—you—we—you can't hold anything against me. I didn't do anything wrong; just ask this kid!" He pulled the boy, until now watching silently in the background, to his side. "He needed a little discipline."

Levi turned toward Simeon.  “From what I figure by reading between the lines, this man here-” he motioned toward Mr. Tucker- “Was beating the boy for a reason I don’t know, and our sister-- being the kind-hearted, caring soul that she is-- decided to interfere.

“When she did, this man grabbed her with raging fury, starting to beat her as well, and that’s when you decided to do something about it.  Am I correct, big brother?”

    Levi raised an eyebrow. "So if I've got it straight, this man—" he motioned toward Tucker "—was beating the boy for some reason or other, and our sister—being the kind-hearted, caring soul that she is—decided to interfere?" When he received a nod of affirmation, he went on, "And when she did, he grabbed her and threatened her too. So you stepped in. How'm I doing so far?"

Simeon grinned. “Yep, that’s about it.  Mr. Tucker needs a little discipline himself, don’t you think?”

Reuben, who had been miraculously quiet, turned to Mr. Tucker, his face red with anger, his eyes shooting sparks.

“Mr. Tucker, I’d like to teach you a thing or two!  Beating an innocent child!  I have a few names for you, but there’s a lady present.  Let’s go behind the store and fight it out, man to man!”

(okay, I know I said I wasn't going to cringe when I did this, but *wheezes* I'm dying over here, folks)

    Still not taking his eyes off Tucker, as if afraid that he'd vanish if given the opportunity, Simeon nodded. "That's about it. Reckon he needs some discipline himself?"

    Up until this point, Reuben had been surprisingly silent. He stepped forward, until his nose was mere inches away from Tucker's face. "Mr. Tucker," he said, voice low and controlled, "If I ever—ever—hear of you laying your hands on my sister again, or anyone else smaller than yourself, I will personally come and put you out of business. Permanently. Do you understand me?"

Simeon grabbed his brother’s arm.  “Reuben, don’t do something you’ll regret-”

But Reuben just shook Simeon’s hand off and pushed Mr. Tucker out the back exit of the store.  Everyone followed.

The first punch was delivered by Reuben, who ducked when Mr. Tucker swung, and punched Tucker in the stomach.  Levi joined in.

Jamie cringed every time one of her brothers got punched, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

At last, when the men seemed to be on their last legs, a police officer walked into the alley.

(this whole...fight thing...seems kinda out of place and dramatized. Out of character even. Time to change it up a bit)

    Sweat beaded on Tucker's forehead, and he nodded rapidly, strands of his thin hair flopping onto his forehead. He raised a shaking finger to point at the door and lifted his chin, as if salvaging his last bit of dignity. "The door, gentlemen." The last word came out in a pitiful squeak.

    "With pleasure." Levi glanced around the store with a look of disgust, then turned to exit the building when the doorway was filled with a broad-shouldered figure.

    The tin star pinned to his chest glinted in the sunlight.

This was actually kinda fun! Do you enjoy rewriting your old stories?

Preptober: What I'm Writing in November

 November is less than one week away. Like...WHAT. #mindblown

Anyway, yeah, it's also the month where writers do dumb things like try to write an entire novel in thirty days. Do we learn from these experiences? If by 'learn,' you mean realizing that it's a bad idea, then...no, no, we do not. This year, I'm just trying to make November a month dedicated to writing over other hobbies. Will I succeed in fifty thousand words? Probably not. But one can always hope, yes? ;) I decided not to participate with the official NaNoWriMo this year (there's been a whole lotta conflict on this subject, so I won't add my own voice to it except to say that I just want to do my own thing this year), nor with the King's Daughters' Writing Camp with which I participated in July (mainly bc that group personally took more effort and interaction than I'm willing to give during a month dedicated to writing and not social interaction *cough*). I joined a tiny group chat on Instagram, but that's it and I have to say that I'm super glad that I'm not joining anything bigger! (less commitment, ya know)

So. After that boring spiel, what am I planning to work on writing-wise in November? Well.

I was originally going to work on a secret project that's been stewing in my lil' bwain and in which I finally wrote a few hundred words...but suddenly my mind went "HeY LOOk it's yOUr Old BUDdY wANtinG tO be WrITTeN" so I started listening to this other story's playlist nonstop (NeedtoBreathe, Glen Campbell, Simon & Garfunkel, Bryan Adams, Tim McGraw-esque), wrote a couple thousand words in it, aaaaand yeah. I'll be working on this other WIP in November.

At least, that's the plan.

So. What is this unnamed story???

Drumroll, please...

...unfortunately, that's exactly what this is. An unnamed story. BUT not only is it an unnamed story, it's also the sequel to Little Boy Blue! *queue applause and fanfare*

Honestly I wasn't planning to start this story at all until I had edited LBB. Buuuut I think maybe God has other plans. 'Cause this story...well, let's just say it's got a whole lot better foundation and set themes than its prequel. (For real, LBB is a train wreck that I don't even know will see the light of day)

What's it about? Welllllll...honestly I don't really wanna go into that too much. 'Cause I talked all the time about Little Boy Blue and look where that thing's sitting—buried in my docs with a few future years' worth of dust sitting on top of it. 

If I don't want to share much about it, why did I bring it up? Well, I figured it was about time to give y'all a quick writing update. And I wanted to see if any of you have any title ideas. ;)

I will say that this story doesn't follow the life of Micah, my protagonist in Little Boy Blue, but a different and very important secondary character. Who is trying to get on with life. And forget what's happened before. Because pAIN.

A few titles that I've thrown around:

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hush, Little Baby

Jack and Jill

Three Blind Mice

(Yes, I realize that those last couple sound a little bit strange, but I think they've got good potential if you pair them with a good plot line) (also notice how I'm trying to keep the three-word nursery rhyme theme going)

Anyway. There's my writing update, barely readable as it is. It's late evening as I write this, soooo I'll blame it on that. *nods*

What's your writing project, friends? Planning on joining NaNoWriMo? Have any title ideas for me?