During my dissertation woes, I tried to combat the writer's block by...writing some more. However, this was entirely writing for pleasure, and it has actually help me assess what to do next with my ten thousand word love child.
The set up is this; I started off with a paragraph that I wrote completely at random. A 'genesis' if you will. And, from there, I started to construct a story. The exciting bit is that the story itself will be entirely stream of conciousness. Once it's written, I will not go back and change it. Instead, I'll let it grow organically until reaching a conclusion.
Granted, as I'm writing, I'm getting ideas, so it won't be too crazy, and should have a relatively easy to follow narrative thread.
This could either be something special, or a big mess. I'm not entirely sure which. But that's part of the fun, right?
The starting paragraph is as follows:
'Ian stared out at the scene before him. He hadn't expected it at all, and it disturbed him. The dining hall was a warzone. Upturned chairs and tables littered the floor, and half eaten food was smeared across the walls. But the thing that shocked him the most was the blood. So much blood. It covered almost everything in the cavernous room, making the whole place look like some kind of fatally wounded mechanical organism. How had it come to this?'
Let's see where we go from here...
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