The paranormal, you can’t pick and choose. It’s all or nothing.

I’ve got ghosts…

I didn’t intend to have ghosts… They just kinda showed up. And to be quite frank, I am not really too bothered by the arrival. I think I might have had a ghosty idea when I started down the path of giving my protagonist a secret. I mean, what is a good secret without something really creepy surrounding it.

Now that I know what needs to happen–she has to be haunted by the ghost of course–it’s time to get to the task of scaring the living daylights out of her.

That's okay, Danny... Turn back around and keep riding that Big Wheel down the hall...

That’s okay, Danny… Turn back around and keep riding that Big Wheel down the hall…

I have no idea what will come next, aside from the fact that something foul is about to knock on the door during dinner that both of my characters aren’t going to like it one little bit.

Sometimes living inside your head really is bunches of fun. 🙂

Some days I find it impossible to begin…

There is is…looming large as life right in front of me. And yet, here I sit. ZERO words added to my count for the day and writer’s constipation as a result. (I’m sure some of you out there can relate….)

It all starts off with good intentions and then you get sucked into other people’s problems and before you know what happened, you’re sitting in front of your story wondering who these strangers are on the page in front of you.

easyreadingisdamnedhardwriting.wordpress.comBut I have to admit to having some amazing fantasies with my female protagonist. Why?? I gave her a juicy secret to sit on…and she’s not telling! Well, at least not yet.

Still, all of this fun is happening in my head as I work through the real life troubles of the people surrounding me on a daily basis. None of their problems are as interesting as the ones I’m creating on the page, but they are more pressing because they can actually annoy me to the point of action.

So, off I go to get my characters moving because all real world drama has been sent to bed! If I’m lucky, I can knock out the 837 words I need to stay on track and prove I’m not a Nano slacker.

“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.”

Camp NanoWriMo has fired up and is moving full steam ahead, beckoning all of us to put on some comfy jammies and stay a while.

Of course I’ve obliged–albeit late–sweeping my hair up into a high bun and surrounding myself with the soulful voice of Adele and a surprisingly uncluttered work surface.

I’ve also gotten comfortable with my new cast of characters. I’ve spent less time in their heads so it’s cavernous and roomy. I can already tell that they are willing participants to be molded into what I need them to be. That’s a glorious feeling, as the rest of you out there also molding characters can agree with, I’m sure.

What’s my story about? I have a general idea but not much beyond that. I’m attacking Camp with the attitude that what comes out is what’s supposed to come out. I’ll worry about the mess later. But so far, the beginning has me interested to see more….so that’s not an altogether bad thing!