Words written today: 107
Oh look, I've made it to day two! That's good. However, I fear I may be far too exhausted to write much tonight. Actually, I know I am. I'm heading to bed early tonight. All of tomorrow is dedicated to writing and laundry.
I've found that there comes I time in every novel when suddenly you look around and realize you have absolutely no idea where to go anymore. You had a set of directions, or a map, but they only led you so far in your journey. The second page was missing, or an area was torn off by accident. Maybe you got lost, maybe you just hadn't planned this far, whatever the case, you're not sure where you're going. During Zenith this came somewhere around chapter 27, but it seems to be coming far sooner in The Conqueror, in chapter 10. I know what I'm doing for this chapter, and I know what I'm doing for the next one. After that? After that it's a loose array of random plot points and no clear pattern anywhere. The points I have are nonessential or free-floating and I'm not sure what to do with them. I have an end in mind, but no idea how to get there.
The Unmarked Trail is not all bad, though. Maybe you're not sure which road to take, but that just gives you the freedom to take any road. So when you reach this point, take chances, push your way through the brush and make your own way. If your only goal is to make it out of the forest, then you can go in any direction and still be okay.
This reminds me of a quote from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which I will leave you with:
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked.
Where do you want to go? was his response.
I don't know, Alice answered.
Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter.
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