Woke up this morning in a great mood. Yes, 11 thousand words – and a plot to go with them. No stopping me now!
Then I made the foolish mistake of re-reading the beginning of the story. Oh dear. What a load of utter rubbish. Why am I bothering? After a very strong coffee, and a stiff inner talking to, I decide to carry on. Nobody is going to read this. Its just an exercise in unfettered creativity. Keep going….
My word count on NaNoWrMo is approaching 8,000. But I woke up this morning, certain that a plot would have formed in my head, only to be disappointed. Plenty of ideas – twists, turns, situations, etc. But how to thread them all together.
I sit down with a large sheet of paper and do a Mind Map. Now, it becomes clearer. Yes, I know where this is going.
NaNoWriMo word count is rising steadily. Great. I am telling the story from the POV (Point of View) of the main character as a first person narrative. My characters are alive and kicking. The words are flowing. But wait! What about the plot? What is going to happen? To who? Where? When? I am going to sleep on it and hope the solution comes to my unconscious mind during the night.
Have applied for the MA online. But need to send a “transcript” of my latest graduate qualifications. What the heck is a “transcript”? Decide to send a photocopy of my degree certificate. Can’t find it. Have despatched husband to root about in the attic.
Onto the second chapter. So far, so good. Am resisting the urge to re-read and re-write. Got to keep going.
Inspired by sudden creativity, I have decided to enroll in a some sort of creative writing course. Did a quick internet search last night and found The University of Nottingham has a new MA in creative writing. Have applied. Am I mad? I stand no chance of getting in, do I?