First scene

It's always so hard to start writing in the morning. I look at the page and I think "I need to wow myself". Which inevitably causes me to stare at the screen, letting great idea after great idea pass me by. I have a tendency to think "do better", "go more outside the box", "what else can you think of?" before I've even explored the idea in my head fully. I think that's why I like nano. Because I am forced to go with whatever idea I have at the time, and to flesh it out.

I think we all suffer from "but what about this gem?!", we want to tell too many stories in so little time, that we don't spend the time on one story to really tell it to people.

The best option is to take that idea and run it into the ground. If I don't, then I'll be lost forever in what-ifs and coulda-beens. I need the discipline to sit down and write what I need to write, not what I want to write. Which is a bit sad, but ultimately worth it.

So, on to writing.

"What are you planning for Thursday, sweetie?"
"Oh I don't know mom, probably a small party, I'll invite ProF and ProM of course, maybe some of my new coworkers..."
"And how is the new job going? It's so exciting! Much better prospects than I had at your age."
"It's alright, really, it's just a bit odd. I feel like everyone is looking at me, expecting me to take leave in a month exactly. It kind of gives me the creeps. There's a look in their eyes that is almost pleading."
"They're just jealous of you! You have the best end-job you could hope for, and you're about to become a mother!"
"Woh mom, I don't even have a Husband yet. Slow down. It'll probably take me a while to adjust to this new life I'm expected to live."
"Well it'll come darling, oh! I've got to go! Your father is coming in, he'll want his dinner warm."
"Night mom, love you."
"Night tweeters, love you too!"
MC placed the phone down on her granite kitchen top. The shine emanating from her clean counter was causing a migraine to form. She noted the hour on the microwave and sighed as she strolled off down the hallway to her bedroom closet. Pad pad pad pad, swish swish swish, thud thud, the sound of her feet stomping down the hallway was the only sound worthy of her ears in that moment. The swish swish of her legs passing each other in each step was a biproduct of the nylons she wore for her job. She remembered a time when wearing nylons for a job was out of the question for her. Who would subject themselves to heat and that fuzzy feeling all day? But then, she smiled, here she was, going on 10 hours in these stockings. She almost didn't notice them anymore. That was, until she got up from her desk, which was every 10 minutes. The powers that be, she thought to her self, the powers that are, there is no stopping them. And so she exasperatingly yanked the nylons down her legs as she contemplated which dress to wear out tonight.

A warm, balmy fall day, she didn't need a jacket, nor her purse. There would be plenty of men out and about tonight. Some of them might even be lucky enough to buy her a drink, she was feeling a bit frisky- or was it a bit lonely? Ever since her test was announced, she knew her time was up. I might as well live it up, she thought. Just as she was rearranging her corset, she saw ProF walk around the corner. Great minds think alike! Off she ran in her 6 inch wedged heels.
"Hey! ProF! Whatcha up to tonight?"
"Oh hey MC, I was just looking to blow some steam, a couple of corporate junkies lost my contract today, idiots really."
"Oh, well come with me! I'm celebrating the last few free days I've got!"
"Oh don't tell me that! I'll be due in 5 months too ya know. I don't want to hear it!"

-synopsis-
MC is on the cusp of turning thirty. The eve of her examination is drawing to a close and tomorrow she will be deemed conceivable, or inconceivable. She is at home, going through the daily mail- a bunch of propaganda selling her marriage services and baby clothes. The world expects her to have done her job right, to have prepared herself to be conceivable. Why would anyone choose to live a life otherwise?

Outline

Write my novel about women's rights. Set in the future. 30 years in the future. MC starts as 25. The climax of the story is when she turns 30 and has to become conceivable or else damned inconceivable.

Written in the third person(IL)-past.

Inner Limited is: "Her face twitched, a bit of sweat traveled down her chin, causing a prickling sensation that forced her jaw to tighten."
Outer Limited is: "The observer saw her face twitch. Seemingly he was making her sweat. And was that a look of distate?"

I choose inner limited. Because this is prose based on women's rights, written by a woman, about a woman, and it is an opinion political/religious piece. I couldn't believe I would understand multiple viewpoints on this subject. I barely understand my own.

In third person Inner Limited the storyteller is looking at life through only one character's heart and mind.

Outline:
1) MC is on the cusp of turning thirty. The eve of her examination is drawing to a close and tomorrow she will be deemed conceivable, or inconceivable. She is at home, going through the daily mail- a bunch of propaganda selling her marriage services and baby clothes. The world expects her to have done her job right, to have prepared herself to be conceivable. Why would anyone choose to live a life otherwise?
2) MC is at work, she just got a new position, all the glitz and glam of higher pay, better role. Only her coworkers seem to be keeping something from her. Maybe not from her, but from this new situation they're all in.
3) MC goes to see a rally on the evolution of women, a history lesson of sorts.
4) MC has multiple partners of varying gender classification because she is infertile and thus "asex". She enjoys the freedom and experiences she can have without repercussions.
5) MC does not have the capacity to discern differences in gender.
6) MC explores the history of her gender with a friend ProF.
7) A Howling screech sounds off down the hallway at work one night. At first MC is prepared for action, then when nothing happens, she is wary of developing sounds. She is cautious.
8) MC sees a scene where an inconceivable gets hauled off. She sees the horror of the scene and no one sees her.
9) MC starts having health issues that alert her to believe she may be deemed inconceivable.
10) MC goes undercover to find out how her life might be as an inconceivable. Until now, all females she knows want to be conceivable and often commit suicide or go crazy or become prostitues if they are deemed inconceivable.
11) MC is undercover at a night club in the red light district. There is also a dark sub-culture of less than 30s that party with the inconceivables, but this is still a veiled version of the horror.
12) Through a chat with a mysterious figure (transgender?), MC finds out that women have been oppressed in the past, and are still being oppressed in this world.
13) MC, scared and confused by the information she has seen/heard recently, is wandering through the red light district. She starts to get hounded by a handful of men who frequent the whore houses and they rush her out to the main street- which happens to be like manhattan; clean, bright, respectable, the men lurch off into the shadows and she shivers on the stone walkway- a light mist of rain starts to fall.
14) MC is saved by ProM and ProF.
15) MC starts exhibiting more issues with becoming conceivable (money issues?/ job?). She doesn't want to be conceivable anymore, but society will ruin her once she is deemed inconceivable.
16) MC is found conceivable, and now her worst nightmare is true. She is a slave to having babies- but she wants to remain Asex.
17) MC is on the run to remain Asex for her own selfish reasons. She doesn't realize the stand she is making to society, the govt, and religion.
18) MC falls in love with her friend ProF.
19) MC makes a stand against the govt, in the name of all Asex, Conceivable and Inconceivables everywhere.
20) MC walks out on a cold windy day. At the very moment her body enters the outside, bells ring in the distance. Ominous and full, the bells toll the hour and she smiles to herself, ruffles her scarf, and walks on.

I will probably get more information and scenes out of the forums.


-the world will have collapsed from south/north. Maybe even west/east. We could have a four-way split.
How could the south play a part in this? How could the north? What drives MC to make the stand publicly? How best can she do that?