As you know, I like to participate in NaNoWriMo, the month-long writing challenge to write a novel in 30 days. This year is no exception. I am writing a chick lit novel called “There Was No Second Date,” in epistolary format. Basically, it’s a series of emails and chat logs between Charlotte, a late-20’s budding-blogger who is navigating the world of dating, and David, a 20-something writer who is getting over a broken heart while lending a sympathetic ear to our heroine.
Charlotte is something of a “serial dater,” who views dating like a very strange social sport. For her, dating is a hobby, not a quest for The One, and she eventually turns that energy into blogging about dating (an activity which leads to professional success, but which creates tension as a successful search for a relationship means the end of her career).
David, meanwhile, is much more interested in finding a life-long partner, so he’s understandably crushed when, during the conference where he meets Charlotte, he also breaks up with his long-term girlfriend. He doesn’t mind listening to Charlotte’s stories, however, in part because he can live vicariously through her, while he isn’t ready to date himself.