Working on the outline for book two. It's getting there, but I can't nail the ending. I feel I'm missing something, something that should be in plain sight. I'm trying to go back to what made me write this story, what I wanted it to be about--this should tell me what the end should be, right? So for now I've typed up a few guiding thoughts and keep staring at them in the hope that the answer will reveal itself...
In the effort of writing avoidance, Ive taken to desperate measures and spent the last three days remodelling my office. Furniture got moved, boxes of stuff got relocated, pictures got rehung. I got rid of loads of junk I never use and freed up lots of extra space. I really like the changes, but unfortunately, upon completion of that effort, the outline for part 4 of the book hasn't miraculously materialised. However, there maybe light at the end of this tunnel. Last week I set up a Skype chat to discus the novel with a wise friend (you know who you are, if you read this). The chat happened today, and I was very reluctant to discus anything beyond cats and dogs, and hurricanes, but the friend wouldn't let me go... So plot breaking happened, ideas got exchanged and more concepts are now taking shape. I feel I'm getting closer. Not quite there yet, but almost. So, yay? MOOD: tired but hopeful
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