Yes, I’ve been trying to write.
Yes, I’ve been working on Pinky (that’s another blog entirely).

But this week I started something new. Just a start.
And yes, I was well-prepared. I had 15 pages of synopsis and worldbuilding. Five pages about characters—knew their names, backgrounds, how they looked, purpose in the story. I knew the tone I wanted, the romantic highs and lows, the small victories, agonizing defeats, who lives, who dies.
I was ready to roll.

So I sat down to write, knowing exactly what I wanted in the first chapter…

And NOTHING.
Nada. Zip. Zero.
For the first time EVER, for as long as I’ve been trying to write, I couldn’t think of an opening. Thought. Pondered. Tried different approaches. Left it. Came back another day. Fretted. Fumed. Fussed.
NOTHING.
I’ve come up with something that’ll do for now…but geez. Maybe this pre-planning stuff just isn’t for me.

I’m on my soapbox at the CHICAS site today.
At least, that’s the plan… :razz: