I have the story, the editor is asking for it, and I'm putting the final touches to it
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Or so it seems, but nothing is ever in concrete when working on a story. My first thoughts were, what led up to the start of the story, a veritable getting back in the saddle after the metaphorical horse has tossed you off with life-threatening injuries.
That's basically the first chapter, or it might finish up as a prologue. There are arguments for and against prologues, so perhaps as the month and the story progresses, it might become clearer what is needed.
So, where are we?
Somewhere in Africa, a country that is run by the military with a so-called puppet president. A country that is ripe for revolution, where the people are plotting to take their country back.
With help, but just whose help is nebulous.
In the meantime, there's a human rights conference about to happen, a rather ironic event in a country supposedly at the forefront of perpetrating such offences.
Why is our fractured main character there? To protect one of the keynote speakers and convenors of the conference, supposedly without her knowledge, but of course, secrets are only secrets if they remain so.
And with governments involved, nothing remains secret for long.
That's the premise so far.
Today is much about fine-tuning the background of the main character, and what came before.
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Today's word count: 2,174 words, the same for the running total.
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