Method to my madness

I was awoken yesterday morning by my story. It was in my head, nagging at me to work on it. Saturdays are supposed to be for sleeping in but like a child it wouldn't leave me be.

And it seems that my story does not want to simply be a short one. No, it wants to be a novel. Why does everything have to aspire to be so grand?

I gave in, turned on the light and grabbed my pen and a pad of lined Post-Its. I started writing down all the pieces I had of The Story--characters and their motivations, conflicts, plot elements and theme. I did that for about an hour and then I stuck them all up on my living room wall. Genius or the work of a mad woman? I honestly don't know.



I may not be blogging much for the next two weeks or so. If I am, it's because I am avoiding my writing assignment or given up completely. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. I will miss you though I am sure.