short fiction paradox

One of my stories in progress has just gone in a totally unexpected direction. Which is when the good stuff happens, in my opinion. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that there’s no point in writing if I know how the story is going to end, but a large part of the pleasure for me is figuring out what’s happening and why the characters are doing what they’re doing. Of course, now I don’t know what happens next! What I had planned for next was kind of puzzle-boxy, if you know what I mean: clever and perhaps a bit too pat. I’m not sure that fits any more. Hopefully, whatever happens next will be better than what I had planned. That’s often how it works out, odd as that may sound.
I took one of those silly online quiz things and it informed me that my writing style was “mystic,” which fits. I figure out a lot of plot points in that hypnagogic state between sleeping and waking.
I’ve been feeling guilty about the amount of writing I’ve been doing lately (or, to be more accurate, the lack of same). It’s the moving thing; I’m completely frazzled. I’m trailing off in mid-sentence when trying to talk to people at work and such. I have stuff in circulation, but I don’t think anything is due back. *peeks* Nope. But it would be nice to have something new to go out. I’d hate for JJA to forget about me. 😉
In a complete non-sequitur, the Geek Dinner thing Bill mentioned looks fun! I suspect it would be more fun with Bill and Cynthia, though.

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