Up until a couple weeks ago I was doing really well with noodling the plot of my NaNovel, fleshing out a couple new characters, figuring out how to put two separate plots together. I also was getting on really well with all the procrastinating that I need to get out of the way now. Then I got busy with working, tired out with swimming, and briefly obsessed with my short story (which I'm still obsessed with, because I have yet to polish it up and send it in, but don't worry, I've got over a week left for that).
That story is the whole problem, it got me thinking. I could take that situation and expand it. Maybe. I started thinking about my Rednecks in Space story and how it might be fun to write spaceships again.
Now I'm being disciplined and remembering all the nifty plot points I thought up, or trying to. It's like carrying water in my hands. I keep telling myself to start making notes, but I goof off instead.
I don't know what I'm going to write in November.
185 words | October 20, 2005 09:39 PM | Writer's block