Dessert first, please.
I’ve always been an eat-your-vegetables kind of girl (well, perhaps not vegetables – hate them, and I rebelled against them even as a child – but you know what I mean.) That’s how I’ve been as I write this book – I’m writing it linearly, as the reader will experience the story, trusting the end will work itself out.
Problem is: I’m not quite sure how the book will end myself.
Now that I’m halfway through, it’s time to start plotting my end-game. Which has meant departing from my usual routine of trying to write at least two scenes during the week and focusing instead on the big picture – all the way up to the ending. I’m making lots of notes, but not writing any scenes per se.
I’ve known where the story needs to go for a while now, but as I said, I just haven’t known exactly how to get there. Giving myself the week “off” from writing has proven to be incredibly freeing – and instructive. What if this person does that? What if that person says this? The developments have been a bit surprising, to be honest – the story has taken at least one turn that I never planned on – but the changes all make sense.
And hopefully, make a better book…
It’s enough to make me want to buy a Tastykake Chocolate Junior from the vending machine at work and skip my spinach salad lunch entirely.
