The last couple of days, I’ve been writing nanowrimo word count. Something along the lines of I’m going to write a novel now, because that’s what we do in November. And I ran out of plot that I knew–of course–about a scene and a half into writing my novel. Because, well… pantser here.
So, you run out of novel, and then, you keep writing, because at some point, you expect something to fall into place and turn into a novel. I mean… if you’re writing a novel, there’s got to be a novel, right?
I finally found the thread I should have been tugging on all along.
And here it is, short and sweet, for anybody else who has been suffering along with me.
The super-secret novel-writing miracle we’re all looking for.
Are you sure your characters are human?
As it turns out, quite a few of mine are not.