The final hours before I began writing my NaNoWriMo novel were torturous for me. I was torn between writing what I presented in my last post and writing something totally alienated from myself. At work this morning, I peeked at websites that offered plot ideas. Just before I headed home at lunch time for my first official NaNoWriMo writing session, I came across an idea that appealed to me. The following is an excerpt from page one of what I wrote today:
When Laura looked back at Cassie, all she saw was the back of a man's jacket as he hurried toward the door. The baby seat on the grocery cart was empty."Mama!” Cassie's voice was muffled this time. She already
sounded so far away and out of reach that Laura felt her heart sinking to depths she never knew existed.
Good grief! Since I made it through the awful stress of several hours of plot indecision, I know I can make it through the next 30 days of writing. I'm exhausted at this time, but will be invigorated again tomorrow as I venture into totally new writing territory.
(Please excuse the double spacing that kicked in a few lines ago. I don't have a clue why the line spacing changed. It certainly wasn't my idea).