I’ve been distracted a bit by moving into a new place. Which is a
flimsy excuse for not writing, to be honest. Even in the middle of
moving, one can easily take an hour out of one’s day to write a
thousand words if one really _wants_ to. The truth is I have gotten
out of the habit of writing every day and getting back into it is kind
of hard, which is why 95% of potential authors don’t ever write
anything.
The good news is that I still have enough time to get a modest-sized
novel done before NaNowWriMo, so I hope to get that going soon. I have
a few characters, a neat setting, and the seed of a plot, so I have
all the pieces in place to start writing. Contrary to all of the
advice given by Writing Excuses, however, I have no clue how the story
will end. I only know that in terms of Orson Scott Card’s MICE
quotient, it is an Event story, probably made up of a series of Milieu
chapters.
