Even the invisible leave footprints.
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Hey, Lovelies.
I woke at 3.27am with the sudden and wild notion that I had written notes about Dave (the character in this current NaNoWriMo project) and the motivations and intentions of one of the other characters he is interacting with, somewhere in a random notebook.
Do you know how many notebooks I have?
Doesn’t matter! The idea wouldn’t leave me. So I hurried downstairs to my writing room, turned on a lamp, sat cross-legged on the floor, and began to go through all of my notebooks and scraps of paper from the last year.
Oh, I found so many treasures. These are now heaped in piles upon my floor, waiting for me to do something constructive with them by allocating them to projects – current and new.
But I didn’t find what I was looking for.
Disappointed, I went back upstairs to meditate, and at the end of the meditation I received a very strong image of me typing something into my phone.
My phone!
I raced back downstairs (so many stairs for so early in the morning), grabbed my phone, and checked though the notes section (currently I have 255 that are too important to delete) and THERE IT WAS!!!!!!!
And just like that my novel has become a love story.
Oh, Dave!
I cracked your code. 😊
Am feeling very chuffed with myself right now. Stupidly happy, in fact.
The writer’s life is indeed a strange one.
Much love, pencil shavings, note-taking apps and excitement, Nicole xx
