Having completed 8 days of NaNoWriMo (and just about keeping up with the required daily word count to finish on time) I sat down this morning to start Day 9 and...stuck.
Oo-er. Now, it isn't that I don't know where the plot is going because I do. It is just that I have met a complete blank about how to get from where I finished last night to where I need to go now in order to continue apace. Until now, guidance from my Writing Fairy has been quite clear. She has been very good in the manner of, 'Okay, now THIS definitely happens next,' and I say, 'Thank you, Myrtle,' and away I go again. However, I have reached now what I can only describe as a 'tree juncture' moment. I have climbed the trunk and now, with plot and characters developing and spreading out, I have three different branches to choose from and if I don't take the right one I run the risk of writing myself up the wrong twig and ending up on a leaf that will break off and dump me unceremoniously onto the ground below i.e back at square one.
So, in order to distract my brain from plot decisions I started doing the Christmas shopping that I should have finished (according to previous years) nearly two weeks ago. Did half of it in the space of less than two hours. Efficient but did it do the trick of unplugging the plot stopper? Nope, it did not.
Then I observed that Flora, already ridiculously furry, appears to be growing a winter coat which is making her look even bigger and not unlike a cat who has backed herself into an enormous pouffey sleeping bag. And that Primrose is looking decidely less pouffey because she is moulting. And that Camilla is going to be a very tall chicken when she is fully grown.
And then I did a bit of research regarding the monetary benefits of using coal in our multi-fuel burner instead of wood. Not that we need to get any with immediate effect because we are still burning our way through the masses of wood battening from the old roof. (I could mention here that a tile has fallen from the new roof and the roofer is being very tardy about coming to replace it, but I won't because it will wind me up and make me curse about what we spent on the roof and you'd expect it to be done properly, wouldn't you?) But would it be worth getting some coal in? Would it last longer, throw out more heat? I feel an experiment coming on.
And then I thought about Kayleigh who, on Friday when I saw her, wanted to know if Santa Claus had real claws. And I worried a bit about all the children who lay in bed on Christmas Eve, half excited about the imminent arrival of Santa yet half terrified that he'd have massive claws the size of a lobster's sticking through his red woolly mittens. Henceforth, then, in Much Malarkey Manor Santa Claus will revert to being known as Father Christmas as he was when I was a child. No slasher nightmares for me! And I also stored up the idea in preparation for writing this year's Christmas Story. Bet you can't wait!! Tim Burton will have NOTHING on this one!
Talking of films, there are two that I am keen to see before Christmas. Generally, I am not a keen cinema-goer because I find it too loud, and then it gets too dark and warm and I drop off to sleep for the sum of £8.50. But the new Paddington film comes out at the end of November and Nativity 3 with Martin Clunes and Catherine Tate is released at the end of next week. Gotta see 'em!
And here I am a-blogging because I am still being indecisive about the novel do-dah. I think I might do a spot of reading. There are a couple of good Georgian history books awaiting my attention.
Send some plot-decision thought waves my way if you please. Or this year's NaNoWriMo moght well become NaNoWriNot!!