The Plot Thickens.

I spent the better part of the afternoon looking for a pen that was hooked on my shirt, and thinking...

I thought about everything, except my work, today. I think I am going to start my book soon. I am getting together some pretty neat plot ideas. At least I think so.

The one that sticks out the most, now don't laugh, is kinda corny:

A woman wants to write out her life's story, even though she is only in her thirties. So she hires a young writer to help her illustrate her life through words. The main character, "the woman", is from some high class town with lots of old money. The young writer someone who has put their college life on hold to travel and pursue his/her dreams. He just wants to freelance write.

The writer is hoping that writing this book will make him an accredited writer in his own light.
The woman wants only to be remembered and loved.

It could turn into a love story, but I don't know yet.