I changed my story for NaNoWriMo three times this year. I couldn't get past a few hundred words. I couldn't name any of the characters. I had no direction for the plot.Nothing was working for me.
Then, I received the contest critiques. I considered not writing at all last weekend. I was busy pouting and consuming chocolate. Fortunately, for my NaNo and for my pant size, that only last about an hour. Then, an old story, one I have toyed with for years, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, you could write about me."
I put aside everything else in my mind and just wrote. I wrote like I did before I started thinking about publication. I didn't think about who was going to read it or if I used too many "ly" words or the word "he" twelve times in a ten sentence paragraph. I just focused on putting the story playing in my mind into words.
In five days, my little smidge of an idea became over 10,000 words.
The really exciting part is I have plenty of more words floating around head if I could just find some time to put it on paper.
So, for today, I am doing the happy dance in celebration of me!
Feel free to join the conga line!