I'm re-writing my novel.

Here's why:

1. The more I think about it, the more I realize it's all wrong.
2. Lindsay, my main character, WON'T SHUT UP.
3. I'm at an artist residency center for my internship, and I'm so freaking inspired.

So. Here's a piece from the first chapter.

I pulled a pair of boots on over my dirty socks, mentally kicking myself for not wearing shoes in my room. There were pieces of dirt and mud all over the place from last night’s mission (I’d been running around the marshlands of Florida, trying to catch a sociopath kidnapper without disturbing any killer wasps), and now I’d have nasty smelly mud in the bottom of my boots. Oh well, I thought. There’s nothing I can do now.

Besides. It wasn’t like it was my only pair.

Ta-da! Meet Agent Smith Smith AKA Lindsay Murray, a seventeen-year-old clairvoyant super-spy who works for the United Intelligence and Protection Agency.

-_^ <---this is my Lindsay face.