It’s been over a year since I last posted. Sometime after NaNoWriMo last year I had decided to get back into posting, but things just got away from me. And as NaNo approaches this year I’m starting to feel that urge to write come upon me again.
Several times over the summer I have had ideas spring on me and I’ve written snippets, but the only problem is, I have no plot. I just have a beginning, or at least one little glimpse of some other world. I could keep writing from these snippets, but I can’t find the words to continue. I don’t know where to go.
It’s maddening to have an idea, something that excites me, but then not know where to go from there The urge to write is growing everyday. The more I read the more I want to write. I’ve even started listing to the Writing Excuses podcast. My hope is that the spark will start to grow and ignite into a full fledged flame. But unless I give that spark some tinder, nothing is going to happen. So begins the writing. The writing with no direction. Words spilling forth with no purpose, no idea, just words. And maybe, just maybe, a plot will emerge.
Emmie Fisher 