I entertained the notion of writing a YA novel a few months ago. Didn’t get too far, but I stumbled upon the 522 words that I did write down and found it to be rather amusing. Made me smile, at least. Thought I’d share. — We begin with the end. The end of a world: a plunge into darkness, destruction and despair. The usual. An accident, an impossibility, and yet, a fact. Clary Jane Darcy stood in the middle of it, aware that she had caused it, and not yet certain that she was still alive. She could feel her mind, understand that she was thinking, but her body felt…