The machinery is working though it is unfocused. Ideas, circumstances, characters, emotions, ideologies all whizz around my brain without forming a coherent story. There is a missing connection. Like a jigsaw puzzle the story does not flow chronologically, but is more of a fill in the blanks.

The basic premise is formulating in my mind. The major events are all but decided upon. The antagonist, protagonist and all the major players are assembled.

The yarn does not appear fully formed yet a challenging conundrum. One where I am excited by the tale I feel compelled to tell. A directionless story is one that is daunting, yet filled with possibilities. I am entering unchartered waters.

I confess to my ambitions. I am excited by the prospect of this voyage.