Okay, now I've done it. I've included a random penguin and a crocheted chicken suit in my Nanomuddle.
I was doing so well the first eight days then I ran out of plot. It's been an uphill struggle since then and I'm getting desperate.
Oddly enough, I kind of expected this. I know that I always get to a stage where I have nothing left to write and have to pull ideas out of the air. I was hoping that inspiration would hit and that something good would arise out of the randomness, as happened to Erin Morganstern with The Night Circus.
I obviously thought about that too much because I ended up with a travelling circus in my story.
And although I'm not writing fanfiction, I'm sure my debt to Star Trek, Dr Who and Lexi Revellian is showing.
I'm also collecting characters as I go along. At this rate I'll have a cast of thousands which is not easy when you're trying to work out who should be talking in a scene.
Still, it beats worrying about what we're going to do for Christmas.
