Being a discovery writer (not a plotter) is such a weird thing, I don't think I'll ever get used to. It's also something that's almost impossible to give advice about.
There's an anthology I really want to be a part of so this morning I started writing a short story. The theme was Christmas horror. That's it. I couldn't think of anything. I was fairly confident I had nothing in the tank for this. But I decided to roll the dice and trust myself, so I opened a new document and started typing a name. Then just started casually talking about him as an opening paragraph, hoping that like push-starting an old car, the engine would just turn over and kick into gear and a story would magically happen, even though I had nothing. Nothing.
Next thing I know, (long meal breaks not withstanding) I'm 3.5k words in and I'm so intrigued by this tale, that I kind of want to stop, go lie down and watch to see how this film ends. But the only way I'm going to find out is to keep writing. So... better get back to it.
Just a thought I'd share. I don't post here often enough. I've signed a contract for another book 'The Sky is Made of Stone' (A dwarven tale) which should release next year. I'll post more about that soon.
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