Alright, let us start this one off with a bit of positivity:
“It is cold in here and I want to be warmer.”
There. That works. It’s a good start. It is the best way to start, in fact, and here is the reason why:
Something something and therefore from here I have revealed nothing other than a bit of a setting, something something the plot expands from here.
So you see, now the plate is wide open and I can go to any point. However, the further from the centre I travel out, the more the plate seems to narrow in a direction and it can increase in difficulty when it comes to moving to elsewhere. It seems that the further in a direction I go, the more linear it becomes, or something. It’s as though what options are available disappear so that the focus can come into place. Of course this also means that I need to be really careful when it comes to staying o the path as it does become easier and easier to fall off and then have everything go awry, which is something I don’t want.
So anyway, I’ve written the intro and it was just bursting with joy and happiness, so now the problem is that I don’t know where to go from here.
Maybe instead of walking to the outer side of the plate I’ll just circle the centre for a bit. I’ll do it slowly so as to not get dizzy as I don’t want to be both dizzy and doing this; that would not be something I’d find particularly enjoyable and I’d rather avoid things I can avoid, so long as I can avoid them, of course.
It’s possible that perhaps what I should do in order to move the plot forward is slowly walk outward in a spiral formation so that I cover more ground and then get more depth going on in the progressing story. Actually, it would be length and not depth that I’d get as I’m not digging into the thing.
Maybe it would be depth at length instead and then I’d get more out of the thing that I’m writing which is what is being written here. Then from there I can go on from something else. I can join the dots and hop onto every point. It can be fantastic and it can continue the story that started with the happiest of opening sentences of all time and there will be intrigue and mystery and all those other things that people enjoy seeing in plots.
Then again, maybe the depth may not be real and it will all be implied, but then the rug will be pulled out from under everyone’s eyes. Lo and behold, the whole thing was a shallow diatribe the whole time. There was no depth and it was all meaningless, which still manages to provide some sort of meaning through the inertia of deception, or something else that sounds deep.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:19:64
Just some lazy writing this morning.
Not anything special, though it was fun to write.
Written at home.