Tried 'word sprinting' today for the first time. It really helped and I really enjoyed it.

1637 Words today!

Fave Quote for tonight: “It’s about a tree and a little boy and the tree gives the little boy things until the boy grows up and sits on him.”

Hello.
My name is Stacy, and I'm an Amateur Novelist Attempting Greatness.

The novel I'm currently writing is about a girl named Olivia:
Olivia Pollack's ordinary life takes an unordinary turn when she finds herself moving across the country from New York to California to live with an estranged branch of her family tree after her parents pass away. In the town of Beverly Hills, amongst the beautiful and wealthy, she finds herself to be a complete outcast- a creep who doesn’t belong. Time spent in this outlandish town with its larger-than-life residences will teach her that nothing is what it appears to be.

Here is an excerpt from the novel, entitled 'Creep':

Somewhere inside the lower level of the plane are the five pieces of luggage that belong to Cynthia and I. Two of them (a large suitcase and a smaller duffel bag) are mine, and three (all large, full size suitcases) belong to Cindy. Cindy had brought everything she could fit into the three bags, and paid extra to have them all taken on at once. Being very sentimental, she had taken the things that meant the most to her, and apparently there were quite a few of them. Add to that her love of clothes and shoes, and I was amazed she was able to fit it all into only three suitcases.
I, however, had decided that the concept of the sentimental was frankly quite stupid. As the past few months had shown, nothing lasts, and it was therefore a ridiculous notion to hold on to something that would, in the end, be taken away. I had packed only a few pairs of pants, my favorite shirts, my art supplies, a few books, and my laptop. Nothing else seemed important enough to bring along.
For the first time since I can remember, I suddenly feel like sketching. I wish I had thought to put one of my small sketchbooks into my carryon bag, but since it had been a while since the drawing bug bit me, I had decided it would be better to bring a smaller bag and not be weighed down by the book. Regretting the decision, I instead had no choice but to sit and wallow in the nervous feeling beginning to churn in my stomach. My life was about to change in a million different ways.

I am going to try and finish this project by the end of this month. Let's see how it goes.