The Shattered Prayer

I suppose it had to happen sometime. The Block. Words just won’t behave today, no matter how hard I beat them. But I also know my writing rhythms, and I tend to write in wild spurts. One day I won’t put out a single word, the next day, 5K or so. So I’m not going to start sweating it yet.

The plots just been meandering around. Characters gettin’ drunk, havin’ sex, taking ages to get through the front door. But not doing anything solid and interesting.

In other words, there was no conflict.

My first day of nanowrimo was really productive. My goal was 1500 words and I got 1519. Of course, then I turned around and discarded them all because I was dissatisfied with how the story was going. So on day 2, I had five words.

Eleven if you count the title.

I thought maybe the nano-ers (and our cheering section) from this site could pick a day for us to have a write-a-thon to work on our novels together.  Maybe not 24 hours like with the blog-a-thon, but something a little more informal. Perhaps 12 hours, 9am to 9pm, with hourly progress reports and posting of excerpts and whatnot.

The first day of Nanowrimo is over. A bunch more days to go.

This week from  Rob, get this. Rob wants Steff NOT to have sex with the sex-robots. Lemme repeat that. No sex with robots for you, Steff. And no being uploaded into a sex-robot either.