I had an idea. That idea stuck with me for several months. It was, in fact, the idea from last year that I abandoned in favor of another idea, one that may or may not have worked out had I been in a better emotional state last November. Apparently I’ve abandoned it again, but that’s mainly because I still have no idea at all how to get from Point 0 to Point F.
Then I had another idea about a week ago. It was cutesy, clever, and would’ve removed all obstacles of plotting from my path as it would’ve followed a tried-and-true genre-stereotypical route from start to finish. Alas, I simply couldn’t bring myself to actually write the thing. I have some pride left, after all.
So here it is, the first of November, the start of National Novel Writing Month. I’m probably going to sit down this evening and wing it, though I did have a bit of inspiration on the bus ride to work this morning, mainly having to do with what part of last year’s effort was the most effective and easiest to write
Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.
