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There's an idea for a story that's been rolling around in my brain. Just thought of a title for it. (Usually the hardest part.) Now the potential characters are starting to form well.

The only thing giving me trouble is the plot. Cool setting and situations are just window dressing without actual substance. It's like having the itchiest mosquito bite known to man on your back in a spot you can't reach. That's how annoyed I am right now. Everything is just in reach except for the plot. Usually it's the other way around for me.

Thinking about messing around in a word processor until the plot works its way up to the forefront of my mind. Maybe reading a book will do the trick. Who knows. *sigh*
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(Fantasy story)Another idea is for a random dude becomes conscripted by his liege into a large war. Many of the knights boast of conquest and glory. But the dude knows that he is the fodder/cushion between the knights and those they are fighting. He knows for sure that he's going to die on the battlefield. He promises his wife that he will return, to give her hope that he doesn't have. However, she's not stupid but of average intelligence and knows that there's a slim chance of him surving and returning back to him. One of her friends, who is part of the scullery staff at the palace told her that it's a vanity war. It's for nothing but prestige and not to protect the nation from invaders. The knights are not challenged by regular tournements and were getting restless. So the king came up with this solution along with a king of a neighboring nation who was facing similar problems.

Well the new wife to the poor man who was conscripted, decides to plan for a way for the man to get back home. She believes that she could sneak him away without him being noticed easily. Then one of her neighbors finds out that she's leaving and overheard her plans. The widow's son is also in that army and he's a teen, barely a man yet. The new wife feels sorry for her and includes her son. The women end up getting many more volunteering with this plan to the point that the majority of the peasantry wanting their sons, husbands, brothers, and friends back.
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Chelsea Miles is at an awkward junction in her life where the lines between young adult and adult adult are blurred. She works full time in as a barista in a new coffee shop with an owner still in flux over branding the place. Is it going to the new trendy place or a local jewel for those big city dwellers with family? Despite of the owners attempts, it becomes popular for being an eclectic mishmash for all city dwellers.

Chelsea also studies full time at the local community college for human resources which isn't her passion, but she still doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. To add another heap of stress on her are from her parents who she rents the basement from. They bring up how she's midway through her twenties and need think about her longterm family plans. They try to hook them up with nice enough sons of their friends and coworkers who just "pop" up when she is asked to do something for her parents. She tells them that she doesn't have time to think about dating even though she avoids the dating scene because she is afraid of intimacy.

The only way she unwinds and socialize is through her favorite online game where she and her friends from her first attempt at college get together and play. One day someone let their friend into the clan, and they hit it off. Then the guy asks her out and she says yes before the anxious part of her takes over.
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Well I written an emotionally honest entry about how my well of creativity wasn't actually dry, but blocked from trying to ignore the negative feelings I have. Lost the entry from my laptop mouse falling to the floor and the button closed out the tabs I had open. Damn you gaming mouse!

Oh well. At least it felt good to get off my chest. Now I'm ,kind of, in the writing zone.
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My home situation is seriously stressing me out. Do something, risk getting other people underserved grief. Do nothing, continue to being a nonfactor in life. I feel caged and on the edge. Instead of converting my anxiety and stress into the fog of depression and clinched teeth, cold type of anger and a strange need to express myself in writing. A messed up source to be motivated by, to be sure, but it's better than doing nothing.

The story in my mind is about coming to terms with yourself, and becoming your own best friend. A young woman in a coma since her late teens awakens a few days before her thirty first birthday. Her friends from college have moved on to their adult lives, her family members have aged and moved apart, and the rise of Netflix. She has to navigate this new world balancing excitement with the dread that increases with every month that passes. Not only that she begins to feel isolated within her own peer group and can't relate to those younger than her. 
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While I'm going through a crisis in my life at the moment, I'm going to participate in this year's Nanowrimo. Sometime you need something to focus on other than your problems, you know? Anyway today I started on the setting. There is a key feature in this setting that's going to be its main industry other than tourism based on this local anomaly. There I was thinking about this anomaly and a few ideas came to me. Before this idea, the plot was going to be something different entirely. Something self indulgent because I didn't have a clue what to write about. Now I have a setting, a main plot, and an inkling for a couple of minor plots.

Writing is the only time when it's acceptable for me to just let my mind wander and have an adventure. The reason I don't complete a lot of stuff because I tend to go big. Way too big of an idea or theme. Then I become upset when I can't get a plot going to save my life. This November is going to be fun, terrifying, and hectic. It seems like this shouldn't matter that much to me in light of the changes happening in my life, but it feels good to have something else going on.
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Yesterday evening while I was resting a while, I had one of the most frightful dreams I ever had. I was glad to wake up to the sound of House being on TV. Usually when I have interesting and scary dreams, I write them down immediately; however, this time I wanted to forget all about the dream. Even now I don't want to attempt to remember the dream because it's too disconcerting to me. This coming from the person who wants to remember everything about their lives.

My pulse rate is going higher right now. Wow.

Thinking of it, I shouldn't really be startled by my dream. It is nothing but a fantasy that my subconcious cooked up because it is startled by some changes in my life at the moment. This is unrelated to the dream, but I feel like writing something with nothing in mind.


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