Last month I began NaNoWriMo with the enthusiasm of a puppy chasing a tennis ball.
Then, 10,000 words in, I came to a screeching halt as I wondered why my protagonist had left her best friend/the love of her life.
(Characters really do dictate their own actions)
I put away the Word document and stared at the ceiling, ruminating over the possibilities.
Two days later I began typing, when suddenly I found myself immersed in a flashback scene, during which the two had discussed the potential and theory of immortality. While I was unsure of what sort of immortal being she was, I knew that she was not alone in it, as her family line was built of immortals. He, however, disdained immortality.
The next day she packed her bags and left. Five years later she was still on the run, and he was searching.
I stopped at 20,000 words, but will continue eventually. There was no lightning, other than the typing I was doing. Still, that breakthrough was one of the best I had in some time.
Updates to come.