As we start the last week of November, I’m ahead of where I need to be on my daily count to complete my story.
However, I’ve found I’m running out of steam, and out of ideas. I feel like I’ve exhausted my source of pet peeves and weird stories (though I was just recently reminded of one, that little can probably get some good words out of).
As I’ve been writing, I’ve found myself a little torn about what I include. After all, this story is supposed to be taking place in hell. Can there really be kind little old ladies? But, I’m not going to worry too much about it right now. For now, it’s just for my own personal enjoyment and decompression. I can worry about the flack I might get for it much later down the road.
As I’m ahead of where I need to be, I’m finding myself thinking a lot about the end. Some of my stories have simply ended. Some have been pulling teeth just trying to get to the 50,000 goal. Since I’m not behind, I have the luxury of thinking ahead a little. I think I know how it’ll end, I’ve been mulling it over for a while. And if so, I think it’ll be fun, and funny.
So for now, it’s about finding the steam to power through another 7,000 or so more words, until I get to writing the end.