National Novel Writing Month, Day 3
Another day, another bunch of imaginary words written.
Strictly speaking, that’s not true, as I wrote a few words over lunch, tinkering around and trying to ignite a spark. Alas it was not to be. I’m not anywhere near giving up, though. I’m reasonably confident I will find a way to turn my spark-less attempts into a raging bonfire or at the very least a robustly burning match.
If I’m still writing tortured metaphors tomorrow night, I’ll allow myself to move into Stage One of panic. If it comes to that, I’ll describe what Stage One is tomorrow.
On the plus side, I tinkered at lunch even though it was sunny again. I did not allow myself to be seduced by the evil yet pleasant weather. That’s got to count for something, right? I say yes.
