I wish I could write a book in three months, but I can’t. I’ve been working every day, trying to pull the narrative along in Book 2, but for all my effort, I’ve only reached the second turning point.
Here’s the deal: In terms of daily totals, I’m not a big word accumulator. I type fast, I think fast—a combination that should guarantee the production of pages and pages of prose each day. But the downside is that I’m also quick and ruthless with the delete key. I will, and regularly do, highlight and toss hundreds of words.
The story has to feel right. That’s the annoying part. Plotting be damned. For me, it all comes down to gut feeling.
I have a mountain of cue cards, and a logically thought-out outline. I’m ignoring both as the story unfolds. Why? Because every time I try to force myself to stay within the boundaries of my plot, my instincts say, ‘uh uh.’ How do you fight that? “Uh uh” isn’t logical. Nor is it helpful.
It’s just annoyingly insistent.
Finding the right way to move through your story is like finding the right guy. You don’t take a pencil and check boxes on your Perfect Guy List. You know. There will be a moment where head and heart are in total agreement, and your internal voice will say, “Where have you been?”
Things to look forward to this weekend: Harry Potter and Charlaine Harris. To reunite with Harry, I must brave the crowds at the cinema. To enjoy a moment listening to Charlaine Harris, I must navigate the throng at the Polaris Convention.
I will be brave this weekend.