i be on wheels

i finished This Was Never Supposed to Happen to You, and also got to 28,450 words for Nanowrimo. 

Where We Met: Jeremy Mendoza is murdered by his stepfather at 16. After two years of being dead, he feels his soul start to slip away. Everything is fading, the graveyard, the coffee shop, his mind, they’re all dying. 

Elliot Blair met Jeremy Mendoza at age 14, two years before he died. They forgot about one another as their lives grew apart, but when Elliot comes back to his hometown to find Jeremy dead, he does everything in his power to bring Jeremy back. 

This Was Never Supposed to Happen to You: Cody Wright is murdered at age 17, in his senior year of high school. His ghost haunts the morgue where his body is kept.

Detective Matthews enlists the help of Cody’s partner, Tyler Beckett, to find the killer. A New York homicide detective, he’s seen a lot, but nothing like this. Unsure of whether Tyler’s help will be enough, Matthews finds a way to speak with Cody’s ghost.

When Something Dies: Jackson Cole commits suicide at 19. After being on a wait list for bottom surgery for almost a year and a half, he decides it’s hopeless. While waiting for the new procedure, he was in and out of psych hospitals, trying desperately to maintain stability. Post-mortem, his ghost attempts to reconcile with the idea of an afterlife. 

Re-connection: Clarissa Sage has been in a male prison for three years on a life sentence for a crime she did not commit. At 21, she commits suicide. 

Kate Cho hears of Clarissa’s death and brings her back to life. Clarissa must learn to shape her life out of prison while fighting for justice for herself and other trans women wrongly imprisoned.

Untitled: Mercutio Estrada drives off the road the night of November 9th. 

Tybalt Márquez meets a boy the night of November 10th. 

When Mercutio’s corpse is stolen, it is left to Tybalt and his cousin Juliet to return his body to its resting place.

Second Chances: Michael Melendez is attacked outside a nightclub he frequents. Soon after, he slits his wrists. 

To date, I’ve written almost 19,000 words for Nanowrimo. That’s one short story done, and another almost three quarters of the way through. My website is growing, and I’m learning more about how to write. 

I’m working hard and getting shit done, and it feels good. Research projects are hard work, but I’m learning.