Wake up, make some coffee, pet the cat. Enjoy the silence and the dark morning sky.

My participation in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is bringing me great happiness and an abundance of absurdity. Losing myself in the activity of writing for several hours each morning, while making me somewhat nutty, has triggered some spark of new thought. It’s neat.

The first day went slowly. I think I wrote 600 words, each one pulled kicking and screaming from my brain. On the second day of writing, I scrapped them and started over. When I understand why I did that, I’ll try to explain it. I’m glad I restarted, because it’s a lot easier now.

I’m about 1600 words off schedule, as of this post, which represents about three hours at the pace I’m going. I should be able to catch up this weekend.

The characters are taking shape. The three I’ve introduced so far are taken from folks I’ve known, along with the setting. The narrative spends a lot of time in the characters’ heads, which I know will have to change if I want to write some action-driven scenes of a more humor/horror genre.