Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.
When I began writing a week ago, the blank page was like this photo -- I was peering into the unknown. It was dark and amorphous, but I could tell there were beautiful, alive things hidden in the ether. And the closer I look, the more I pay attention, things emerge from the clouds.
The story is taking its time, I am far behind in word count, but word by word it grows brighter, truer, more tangible.
I don't know where I'm going, but the road there is strewn with stars.