Plot

Still no closer to the 30 page outline that some of us are supposed to have *glowers at Sandy*. Still, another pantser isn't going to do me any harm, and who knows ... I could still come up with a solid plot before the off. Hmm.

In other news: there isn't any.

Umm

Yes, well. Knee almost better now, so Muse can worry less about mobility and more about plot. Get it, you stupid airy fairy Muse, you.

Not that I'm in anyway panicking. After all, there is still ten days to go.

Sunny days - of which this is one - means cold. I don't like cold unless I have a roaring fire. Fire means wood. I don't have any. Life throws these things at us. Perhaps it's a test? But if it's a test, that pre-supposes a tester, which means God, or an alien entity is real .... Another quandary.

TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) seems very complicated. I thought it was an easy thing to do. I'm much mistaken. Not that this is anything new. Poor Kap :(

Silly Muse

I had a great idea, but it evaporated ... and I keep having all these ideas for plot, yet none of them have solidified into anything worth noting. I'm not even sure of the genre I'm going for, though I doubt that whatever I write will end up becoming a door stop. Unlike some I could mention, who reached 50,000 words in the first eleven days. Pah, I say. And poo.

I want to be organised! I want a well written, and logically laid out outline! I want to be able to refer to comprehensively drawn character notes on neat cards in an smart index box ... I want all these things!!! Want ... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

*slaps self*

I'm sure there's a Buddhist saying to cover my 'problem'. I'll ask M in the morning. The bottom line is: I'm a pantser, and proud! Perhaps I'll start P.A. Except I've already outed myself. Damn.

More Daimoku required.

Nano server overload

So popular is NaNoWriMo now, that their server can't cope. Still, that doesn't stop the creative process, just one of the excuses as to why I haven't written anything.

Sandy (Dio) and Sinbad have both declared, so at least there are three to bounce off against, and I'm hoping Kitty takes part too.

Hmm.

Being determined, as I am, to come up with an outline worthy of a pulitzer, I decided to let my muse do the work. Consequently: I haven't overtly thought of anything even vaguely plotish, for the last twenty fours hours ... and it's worked. I have a stonkingly good idea, and some rather interesting characters.

Now I have to write them down.

I might change my mind ... but that's my prerogative. Obviously. Duh.

Idea time

I have until the end of the month to come up with a sterling, nay, spiffing plot, and write an outline, too. I'm still going to 'pants' it, but 'pants' it with decorum. With some semblance of order ... but I'm not there yet, so I'm in the early stages of panic.

I'm hoping - fingers crossed - that two, or maybe even three friends might write along for the ride. It would be even more fun if they did, and fun is what life is all about. That's my theory, anyway.

Begin Again

So.

Another year, another NaNoWriMo.

In 2006 I scraped just over 50,000 words out of my head, and I did it by the seat of my pants: by the skin of my teeth: by the hair on my chiny chin chin. Which is not to say I didn't have fun. I did. Lots of it.

This year, come hell or high water, I will be doing it again, but with organisation! See the difference? Fair enough, you don't. But it's there as an underlying worse'name. I'm a 'Pantser' and proud of it. But for once I think I'd like a little direction.

During October I'm going to be plotting - yeah right. Okay, honestly: during October I'm going to be trying to plot, and then ...!