The brilliancy of me.

I'm writing a novel. Yes, you heard that right. A novel. Now, for those NAYSAYERS out there that think I should get a job I'll tell you, I have one. It's being a youth ministers wife. It's a job and a half keeping up with all the stuff going on with the youth group. Unfortunately however, I don't get paid for this job. So I write. I get discouraged easily, and want to quit, but Rob believes in my story so wholly that he encourages me to keep going at it. Which I appreciate, since if I didn't write this story the characters in my head would probably kill me in my sleep. They can do it too, they're hardcore.

Anyway, I'm typing out these pages and pages of personality breakdows for my characters (I'm talking 11 pages of personality profile stuff on EACH character, and I have 4 main ones), and the story is coming to me in FANTASTIC detail. I had the general overview of things when I sat down to write it all. I knew pretty much where it was going, but it's absolutely amazing to me that these people inside my head are telling me how their story goes. And let me tell you...I can be one brilliant lady when I put my mind to it. Or my characters can...be...brilliant...

I'm brilliant, Brilliant, BRILLIANT I say!! Just you wait, this thing is going to make a million bucks.