I feel exhausted today.  I had mostly given up on the day by 3 o’clock when I hadn’t managed to do anything constructive.  At that point I decided to sit down and try to write.  I had sent a message to one of my writing buddies last night to congratulate them on their word count.  They had managed to write more than 5,000 words in one day.  I did try to write yesterday but my mind was a bit like a blank page.  She wrote back and suggested I start with “it was a dark and stormy night” and twist it a little.

Not having much luck with just looking at the screen I decided to give it a try.  I started with “It was a beautiful day” and then went on to rant about how it should have been dark and stormy to match my feelings.  And somehow I have ended up with 1,975 words, two main characters, and a whole new world.  I didn’t want to write fantasy but it seems to be writing itself.  Since this appears to be an exercise in producing 50,000 words of fiction I’m not going to fight the fantasy thing.  I’m having enough trouble writing without throwing obstacles like “I’d rather write horror” in my way.