Manic Monday or not, March Magic keeps lending me a hand. Yesterday fortune smiled on me, and I spent another hour furiously scribbling notes with my characters. I am accumulating a large pile of pages, but everything feels disjointed and unconnected. Nothing bears any resemblance to a cohesive story with predictable plot points, rising action, or any other convention you expect to find in a novel. Don’t get me started on where to begin or how to finish this monster. Right now, it is a big globby mess of a megadeath middle. Their accounts of the events have me mesmerized, but it is the world’s largest pile of tangled-up twine.
The fundamental problem is I dived into the deep end of the tale. Everyone is talking at once. Someone is always interrupting a line of thought to lead me down another twisting path, a dead-end street, and countless irrational tangents. Redirecting them to the original thread never seems to happen. In the meantime, I am enjoying this wild rollercoaster ride. I trust we will reach a point where the entire epic will click into crystal clarity, the story will solidify, the plot will unfold naturally, and I will at long last be able to sit and write.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 640 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer