NaNoWriMo Day 22: The Edge Of The Cliff Again

Today’s word count: 1159
Today’s writing: creaky and slow
My energy level: low

I’m having an off day and it’s showing in everything I do. I managed to get some writing done this morning by putting off a decision. I had the hags and Priscilla agree to something unstated so I would have at least one more day to figure out what exactly they throw at Wren and her friends in the way of deadly magic. But I don’t feel any better. I think I’m having that “edge of the cliff” feeling again, which is uncomfortable to the say the least. I want to know where this story is headed, but I don’t know yet, and I’m afraid I still won’t know when I sit down tomorrow.

I’ve had two ideas regarding this today. One was to force the issue. I was guessing that I will procrastinate tomorrow to put off the moment when I write so I don’t have to face this big unknown. It crossed my mind that I should go ahead and do another writing session today, force myself to push past this spot in the story, and see where I find myself. But I haven’t had a chance (or the courage) to try it.

The other idea is to pick something blindly, the logic being that, if I don’t have something specific in mind, then anything at all should be just fine. I have a list of obstacles and one of dramatic events appropriate to my fantasy adventure, both of which could be a good source for the next piece of my story. All I have to do is grab a few at random and run with them, and I’ll be able to see the road again and write.

I hope I’m right, because I’m feeling low on faith at the moment. At the beginning of the month, it was easy to believe that my muse would show up with a bouquet of ideas because I needed them, but now I’m not so sure. This is what makes NaNoWriMo a challenge for me — staying with this sped-up creative cycle for a solid month. To go from nothing to an inkling to an idea to scenes and chapters back to nothing on a nearly daily basis takes persistence. I’ve done it before, so I should know I can do it again. But right this second I’m not so sure.

I’ll keep my lists handy, just in case I need them tomorrow. But I sure hope my muse shows up with a red-hot idea. She’s so much better at this than I am.


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Kit Dunsmore

Kit Dunsmore has believed in the magic underlying the muggle world since she was a child searching for the Shetland pony pooka she was sure was hiding in her back yard. She learned early on that books were magic doors into other worlds, and that she could revisit a beloved character or place by opening the right book. As she grew, she decided she wanted to make magic with words, too. Today Kit writes about things she loves: poodles and dragons, witches and artists, quirky underdogs and loyal friends. Whether her setting is 6th-century England, the imaginary Twelve Kingdoms, or an art-obsessed version of modern America, magic always finds its way into her story. She enjoys turning fairy tales inside out and watching characters sacrifice everything to reach their goal, but she also believes in happy endings. When she isn't writing, Kit experiences magic by making things with her hands. Over the years, she's made quilts, fabric sculptures, collages, sweaters, and blank books. Her newest interest is learning how to spin her own yarn, a skill guaranteed to strengthen one of her many delusions: that she is a self-sufficient pioneer woman. She also thinks she is a hobbit, a witch, an artist, and a good cook. Living in the foothills of Colorado, Kit enjoys the giant skies and prairie landscapes which suit her need for wide open spaces. In addition to hiking through glorious scenery with her husband or imagining herself living in the Middle Ages, Kit works as a pillow for her miniature poodle and polishes the next small piece of her handmade life.

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