Things are almost finished this morning. My intention yesterday morning was to finish up Fantasies in Harmonie and be ready to move on to something else–that “else” being Camp NaNo. But there was so much more going on yesterday–
For one, there was a birthday in the family that required some attention on my part. Between getting things set up on line, and having to deal with someone on a freelance writing site who wanted me to show him a concept I would develop for him before there’d be any exchange of money (hint: I recognize when someone trying to get something from me for nothing), and a late birthday dinner, there were two other events that needed to be addressed:
First, on the trip home, I encountered an RV burning on the side of the road. I’m not going to say how said RV came to be burning on the side of the highway, but given the demeanor of the folks who’d bailed out and were standing around looked panicky, and the location of said torched vehicle, I’m going to opine that there was some cooking in progress, the RV came around a couple of sharp corners, there was a spillage of something hot, and–WHAM! Time to bail!
Since none of the people standing around the RV were bald, I’m guessing the cooking of meth wasn’t involved.
Then I was not in the house more than ten minutes when the power went out. Not just in the house, but around the entire neighborhood. Pitch darkness everywhere, or as dark as it gets on a cloudy Sunday at 7:36 PM. I remarked that the longest the power every stayed out where I live is about two and a half hours, and right around nine-thirty the utilities trucks rolled into the area. At 10:05 PM the power was restored, showing that when it comes to calling the lengths of power outages, I nail them.
The downside to all this was being unable to start writing until almost ten-thirty. The power on, the A/C going, the computer finally up because I can only run mine for about forty-five minutes on the battery. Otherwise I’d have been typing away in the darkness. I gotta get me a new system
The upside to this is I managed a thousand words before heading off to bed, and I’m about to cap that with another thousand or so words after I finish this post. Then . . . well, what comes next, you ask? I know what comes next.
I gotta come up with a title.
That’s the way I start every new story, with a title, as taught by a lot of writers who I grew up reading. First you have a concept, then you have a title, then you do your research, then you work things out–
And then you start writing.
The countdown clock for Camp NaNo says I have twenty days and change before I have to write. I’m going to write what should be an opening to a new novel; I’m not going to tackle a novel just yet. At least I don’t think I will.
But I’ve been wrong before.