Like Elizabeth, I’m NaNo-ing this month. I generally try to do it every year. My best was 35,000 words. I haven’t been very successful as yet this year as I’m only about halfway on my word count. But that’s okay because I have reconnected with my WIP and have some great ideas, and scenes, for my next story.
Of course, the scenes I’ve written so far are crap. Because of they are, they’re the first draft of the scene. I’d like to meet the person who writes a perfect scene in the first draft. I also rewrote a scene from my WIP. As I was re-reading the whole to reacquaint myself with it, I bored myself. Ugh. Must change. So no longer standing on the porch discussing. Now there is teenage angst drama, pushing legal limits, and a few punches are thrown. The intrepid heroine ends up with a black eye. Much more interesting.
I also had an encounter this weekend that I turned into a scene. I hike with my sister and my cousins most weekends. Our current project is day-hiking the Appalachian Trail, although we weren’t on it Sunday. We were on the local trail. I saw may spirit animal (Great Blue Heron), who let me get about 10 feet from her before she flew away. Then we turned a corner on a trail and were confronted with a guy who’d driven his truck on the trail (and how in the sam hill he managed that, I’ll never know) and gotten it stuck with one wheel off the trail, the engine DOA, and the trap door on his union suit unhooked. Yes, his lily-white butt was on display and he didn’t seem concerned at all.
So, how did he get there? WHY did he get there? How was he going to get out? And then my cult in the woods story line brain asked What did he have in the bed of the truck?
Sometimes scene inspiration comes from the strangest situations. I can tell you hiking buddies and I had a few good laughs and a lot of speculation over the remainder of those 5 1/2 miles.
Although, I could use a Mimi in my life so my inspiration isn’t restricted to weekend hikes.
Where did you find your inspiration today? If your NaNo-ing, how is your progress? I’ll check back in with you on Thanksgiving.