Well, recently I had to hand in most of my first 5000 words of my novel for university. So for weeks and weeks I have struggled with a lack of plot direction and with a block...a total block. Blank. So I kept writing anyway and wrote some scenes for this character's life. It was enjoyable actually. I like her. She is fun to spend time with. :)
So after a lot of stress about the piece and realising that what I handed into my class did not possess a great story line, I woke up this morning and a plot line came to me fully formed. A plot with depth and potential for exploration of character and a story of intrigue and interest. It was a bit irritating because it didn't come to me a few weeks ago. But this is the beauty of art, things don't turn up on schedule.
It's like Bono from U2 said about one of their recordings that wasn't going well and nothing was working. He said they were "waiting for God to show up." I feel like God showed up for me this morning. Inspiration. It makes me excited when I can see a story line that I can explore. So yesterday I felt terrible and demoralised about this piece and now I feel like I want to commit to this one. And see it to its completion.
So, anyway. This post was going to be about how I was giving up university-but I am going to put off that decision now. What I do know is that I need time to write and develop my novel so maybe after semester 1 next year I will take some time off. Who knows? That is a long time away. Anyway, so on with the new plot.
