Now I’m not doing Nanowrimo – which for those who have never heard of it is a group of people who all try to write a novel in a month. It leads to massive word counts and finished novels and is probably a thoroughly good thing, but personally, not for me.
I am though, trying to write a novel in a month. Or at least, finish one that I started a while back – I’m motoring through, huge word counts, massive chunks of plot down on virtual paper and the end is in sight.
But then I get stuck.
And its the silliest thing.
Two girls get into a boat and look for some food.
Olivia reached out for Grandpa’s lunch package. Oh no. Innuendo.
Olivia rummaged around under the seat and found Grandpa’s sandwiches. Now I can’t stop the innuendo.
Chloe handed Olivia Grandpa’s packed lunch. Even worse.
Reaching into a bag Chloe took out the lunch that Grandpa had given them. Too long.
“Time for lunch” said Chloe, digging out Grandpa’s package. Arghghgh!
At which point, I go and have lunch and spend all afternoon looking for an old photograph.
As you were….