Pizzamancer update and a note about inspiration

Update on Pizzamancer - way, way under goal. Discouraged. Not unlike most beginnings to my National Novel Writing Month though. I'm forced to sit here today until I reach 10,000 words (if I was doing this correctly, I'd be at 20,004 words. Right now, I have 7,608). I need to manage another 2,300 words before I fall asleep tonight. I have at least ONE scene in mind (that ends up with our prince in skinny jeans, of which he likes just fine, thank you). If all else fails, I'll do the #NaNoRebel thing and write 2,300 words for The Burning City. So either way, as long as I write, I win. Excerpt:

“Prince—err, Tom! What are you doing?” Suzi yelled as she raced towards the two men. Tom turned to look back over his shoulder at her. “This man insulted me. I have a right to correct his opinion.” “Correct his.... opinion. With your sword? That's not how we deal with people in this kingdom. Put your sword away before you hurt someone.” “But I am going to hurt someone.”

Inspiration comes in many forms.  Sometimes it happens purposefully; you read a scene in a book, you watch something unfold on TV and think I would write that differently, or I wish that character's wife wasn't the most one dimensional character in the history of characters ever. (Yes, I'm talking to you, writers of Sleepy Hollow). Sometimes it may be subconscious. I bought this candle from Walmart a few days ago:


And suddenly, the next time I was writing - my prince has an hourglass necklace, and the sand inside is randomly purple?


The man in dented, marinara covered armor shifted his head to the side and tried to study her through the narrow visor in his helmet. He took a clanging step forward. Over the front of his armor he wore a heavy black cloth coat sewn with the symbol of an hour glass. The sand inside was purple; the hourglass was white. He looked around before speaking. “I am the Prince of Anywhen. I was hunting a fearful beast, preparing myself for a quest. A quest, I'm afraid, that has started early.”

And then I built upon it a little more here:

“Yes. I only have a limited time to find a hero that can save our kingdom, and bring them back with me.” The prince reached again in to the pouch on his belt and pulled out a silver necklace. An hourglass full of purple sand was there. He held it up. The hourglass stayed upright no matter how he turned it, and the sand drifted down like falling leaves. “The spell wasn't cast perfectly. The pizza shouldn't have followed me. It's likely other creatures will follow too—“ “Please tell me I'm not going to have to fight off a taco, or Stromboli.” The prince paused. “A Stromboli would kill us both.”

Although I imagine the hour glass would look something like this:

And now, I must avoid the internet long enough to get some writing done. This is what I refer to as "aggressive procrastination," when my need to avoid something is so great, it goes full circle -- and ends up being something akin to what I was trying to avoid in the first place. Ie: avoiding writing by writing a blog about avoiding writing.

I'm going to make this in to my new quote:

"As long as I write, I win." ~ Michelle Brumley


Have you ever stumbled upon something that cropped up in your story later, on accident or subconsciously? Share your story in the comments!