Writing a novel with no plot is hard.
As you may have read in an earlier update, I after a lot of head scratching and restarts, I finally went with an idea I thought had potential to work.
Unfortunately, in going with that idea, I left a number of plots on the table that I now can't use. Plots that probably would have been a lot easier to flesh out and come to a conclusion with. As it stands right now, I have a weak beginning, a few ideas I want to put in the novel, and no ending.
It's not the world's best position to be in with only a few weeks to go. However, I plan to soldier on, and hope I can come up with a hook to make this at least somewhat interesting; I would hate to have the drawer I put it in when I'm done to be bored with it.
I will tell you what it's about. I won't tell you what the other ideas that I'm not writing are though. There are plenty of plot poachers out there, ready to cash in on my brilliance (I might be a slight bit over paranoid about some things).
It's a story of a teenaged boy's last summer at a swim club before college.
Slightly autobiographical (at least the location and many of the hijinks that ensue), somewhat whimsical, mostly crap.