I don’t know why, but I’ve got a rather fatalistic attitude going into this NaNoWriMo. I don’t really have a plan. I’m sitting here ten minutes till November and I’ve got nothing but vague ideas, half characters, a stack of story ideas. In past years, I plotted and planned. I’ve gone the pantsing route before, too. Both have worked, and both haven’t. I don’t know, I guess I’m at a weird place in my writing. The future of Gone To Wonder isn’t quite set. I’ve got differing ideas for proceeding with my writing career.
It’s like driving into thick fog on a bridge. Everything is murky. Ahead of me, behind me, whatever direction. That’s how I’ve chosen to go. Into the murk, with nothing but a laptop. Wish me luck.