Shoot.
I need a hook.
She needs for some reason to be unacceptable. Or to want something else that's too hard to get. What would a freshman at a prestigious boarding school want? An upperclassman boyfriend? (Yeah, she wants that.) Academic recognition? (Who doesn't? They're channeling into the Ivy League.) A magic wand? (Just kidding.) I know what she wants in her Sophomore year, and her Junior. Do I bag draft one (year one) and skip to the next? Here's the problem with that. I get distracted so easily, I may dread coming back to first year.
Maybe I need to introduce a competition where she can either excel or sabotage her nemesis. Then I'll just need to give her the skills to succeed (and a nemesis - we all need one of those). And here I sit, staring at the wall, wondering what the competition should be. I think I need to go for a walk. A long one. Without music, just to fill my brain with many, many fine ideas for intrigue and contest.
Or at least burn off last night's popcorn indulgence.
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