NaNoWriMo and other troubles.
So today is the first day of National Novel-Writing Month, cleverly shortened to the harder to type and equally harder to pronounce title "NaNoWriMo." I have decided, like many beginning authors, to try and complete this epic challenge. I'm setting myself up with a goal of two thousand words per day, so that I have some time to finish before Thanksgiving rolls around.
So I am three hours into the challenge (I started writing at three this afternoon) and I am already kind of stuck at (drum roll, please) 350 words! And this is where the crowd stops cheering and stares in shock and horror. Yes, I am, quite unfortunately, stuck.
The story, when I came up with it last night, centered around a witch who ordinarily lives in a reality just off-set from our world who manages to get stuck here on Halloween night. She has until Christmas to get back to her own world, or she will be shut off from her life there and her magic forever.
This morning (er, afternoon), when I woke up, I found that I wanted to center the story not around the yet-unnamed witch, but rather the man who would be her companion/love interest through the story, a certain Jeffrey Pentwickett. He has a best friend called (oh, the irony) Geoffrey Palmer, who is his physical and emotional opposite and owns a bar in one of the busier districts of town. So far, he's been described as ordinary, but as the time wears on, I'm hoping to show him to be one of the most extraordinary people you could ever read about.
I've yet to decide on a name for the witch, but I know that she's going to dress oddly, have a wild mane of brown curls, bright blue eyes, and she will call non-magical people "onions."
Well, I guess I can spare a break to read some Harry Potter and watch Firefly. :)
So I am three hours into the challenge (I started writing at three this afternoon) and I am already kind of stuck at (drum roll, please) 350 words! And this is where the crowd stops cheering and stares in shock and horror. Yes, I am, quite unfortunately, stuck.
The story, when I came up with it last night, centered around a witch who ordinarily lives in a reality just off-set from our world who manages to get stuck here on Halloween night. She has until Christmas to get back to her own world, or she will be shut off from her life there and her magic forever.
This morning (er, afternoon), when I woke up, I found that I wanted to center the story not around the yet-unnamed witch, but rather the man who would be her companion/love interest through the story, a certain Jeffrey Pentwickett. He has a best friend called (oh, the irony) Geoffrey Palmer, who is his physical and emotional opposite and owns a bar in one of the busier districts of town. So far, he's been described as ordinary, but as the time wears on, I'm hoping to show him to be one of the most extraordinary people you could ever read about.
I've yet to decide on a name for the witch, but I know that she's going to dress oddly, have a wild mane of brown curls, bright blue eyes, and she will call non-magical people "onions."
Well, I guess I can spare a break to read some Harry Potter and watch Firefly. :)