Although laboured at times, I continue to hit my word count each night, continue to write without a plan.
Day four was written without the use of a prompt, rather I wrote it in ten minute sprints (five of them), taking a few minutes break in between to avoid getting stuck in a rut.
Day five, yesterday, was written with a prompt word, unwritten, which became something to launch the first paragraph rather than a theme.
As I mentioned before, my preferred way is to write until a story and a plot reveal themselves to me, and now one is being glimpsed at. Currently it feels that this will become a story of loss and identity, and identity within dreams, think Inception meets Fight Club reimagined by David Lynch.
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