Day 12

Having a hard time getting up to speed this morning. (And by morning I mean 1pm EST)

I feel the need to do some regrouping around the plot and notes to keep characters organized. Most of the the narrative planning has been third-person following Aidan but I am feeling the need to open that up a bit. There is a lot of story developing an wants to be woven in and out and it just isn’t making sense to have Aidan on stage all of the time, especially since it isn’t first person.

Well I am going to work on a Character Chart with desires, blocks, and resoulutions on it. Then I need to get the word count up!

Over population

Next story is going to be about a hermit on an island in the middle of the ocean!

The list of characters keeps growing, they are mostly minor characters but I still need to keep them straight, so to speak, and a few I think are going to be important in other stories in the series. The MCs just keep walking around town, shopping and going out to eat and meeting people. Why can’t they stay at home and watch TV or hey maybe write a novel in 30 days. That would limit their contact with other people…oh yeah, that wold lead to a very boring life.  (I am so glad Scrivener has a character database function!)

Sigh. Need 25,000 words by the 15th and I am only at 9K.  I think I can, I think I can…

Creativity is really bizarre when you think about it…

Time to start writing this morning. I am trying to do nothing today but work on my NaNo story. Got up early and headed to Micky D’s for breakfast (the stake and egg bagel–no egg is amazing–beefy cheesy goodness with sauteed onions) and to do writing at Starbucks. I seem to get more work done there and it has nothing to do with the view of community college boys that hang out there to study, I swear.

Any way I am trying to get over what I am calling the Road Kill Incident. I was in the parking lot listening to a story on NPR when I notice one of the stray cats that hang out at McDonald’s trying to cross the highway during early morning traffic. It got splattered by three cars, which one would think was gruesome enough but it was its back leg sticking up in the air convulsing that has kind of stuck with me. It gave one last twitch and was still. Then another car hit it knocking it into another lane. By this point I had lost interest in the news story and needed rum or espresso. As I was in the Starbucks parking lot and it was 6 am, I opted for espresso.

Any way, I am standing at the counter waiting for my cup of joy…I mean joe, thinking about the scene I am going to work on first this morning. The MC just found out that his 16 yo nephew is gay and is going to take him out for the obligatory gay uncle talk about men and the joys of fashion and safe sex (very Sex in the City, but small town by the Bay and more grits than cannoli) and I realize I need a Cafe for them to have the talk. Suddenly the name of the cafe comes to me, the owner and a whole frackin’ back story. I don’t know how much will be useful but it is just amazing how your brain can pull this stuff out of thin air!

Okay, now I really need to write something that will count toward my daily total. Really I am going to start now…

A Journey Into Insanity

I am working on a new short piece with the working title of “Him.” It is kind of new for me because I haven’t done a lot of first person POV stuff and this is pretty dark for me. I am finding it fascinating how different it is, at least for me, to really be writing in the voice of a psychotic killer. There is something abhorrently seductive about going into such a mind. I am glad I can just visit and not live there!