Day Seven: 15,422 of 50,000
Trust your intuition.
Part of what I love about writing fast is that the story has to take on a life of it’s own. I get a good character, one who has a tale to tell, and all my job becomes at that point is to sit down and let her (or him) guide me through it, tell me what comes next, where to go and who to talk to. And the story happens, almost by magic.
When I write this way, I learn to let go of the story I thought I was telling, and that’s a good thing. I think I control the writing, the story. I think I know what to do, where to go, who to talk to. And again I get to learn I’m wrong because the story stops talking until I trust it again.
My intuition always takes me better places than I can. And if I keep following it’s strange and twisted path it will give me a better ending than I could have ever imagined.
Today, my main character, the quiet bartender who is obsessed with words and has to conquer the mystery of why she can’t find anyone to love her?
She turned into a vampire hunter. An immortal vampire hunter.
I never saw that one coming.