Some days are about being quiet.
Sunday I tore into NaNoWriMo by writing more than 3,000 words. Monday I added more than 2,000. Today it was about 1,000.
I needed to think, to ponder, to consider where this story is going. So like an egret, I stilt-walked through the water, stirring up the bottom with my foot to see what might be worthwhile.
Tonight I went to my critque group and shared what I had written. And, yay, they liked it.
Tomorrow is another day. My word count stands presently at 6,287 out of the 50,000 I'm trying to reach by month's end. And so I'll say good-night. I'm going to sleep and hope my night-walking stilts stir up some hidden morsels about my characters and their story that will set my fingers blazing across the keyboard with the rising sun. Wishing everyone a beautiful and satisfying day.