You’re going along on a road. You know the destination, but the path is foggy. There are so many choices.
This has been my NaNoWriMo process. I have a concept. I’ve begun. I’m on my way; that much I know. I’m seven chapters in and still the direction isn’t clear.At this point last year, my story virtually was writing itself.
I’m not saying I want to abandon this idea. It isn’t that it’s bad; it just isn’t good, yet. There are blips of goodness. Lines of enlightenment. I’m going to keep feeling my way through the dark because I believe the light will come and make the path clearer.
I’m hoping this half-way point is the turning point I’ve been waiting for.