November 8th, 2015
1715 hrs
Wordcount: 2,079
I know nothing. Literally nothing. I didn't realize how little I knew until I wrote 1,457 words and realized that I was trying to write my main character into a career that I had yet to decide on.
I've never written my way to my own discovery before. I let a story simmer in my mind for months before I write it--in fact, I haven't written a first draft of anything outside of November for a very, very long time. Eleven months for thinking, one for writing--it seemed to work. I didn't have everything figured out, of course; there were aspects I wasn't sure of, plot points I didn't know how to connect.
Currently, my main character is running down an endless array of stairs. His mind is a jumble of beginnings, of words, of arguments, of...well, everything. His life is about to change (in a way he's not quite expecting...hehehehe), and he has no idea what's about to happen--or how he even feels about it. He doesn't know what he'll be faced with at the bottom of the stairs, he just knows he needs to get there.
Currently, that is me. I have no idea what's happening right now. 0 idea. -5 idea, even! I have never held so little understanding or knowledge of my characters ever in my life. It is strange and disorienting and, if I'm being honest, kind of stressful.
We'll see how this turns out.
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