I’m at that great place in a first draft — the 10,000 word mark — where things started out bad and are just starting to get worse and worse. It’s the point where the proverbial storm in the plot is brewing, and you just know the heroine is about to run right out the door into it.
This part of the writing is always really exciting for me — it’s virgin territory, things are happening but I don’t know how they’re connected to the story yet or what’s going to happen next. I’m writing this book by the seat of my pants, the only plans I have for it are the sketchy, half-formed thoughts in my brain.
For a long time I tried planning out my books, but that just didn’t work for me. It lacked the excitement and uncertainty that has me revved up like the well-oiled writing machine I am. If I know exactly what’s going to happen around every corner I lose interest. I’ve quickly learned that I need to write like it’s the first time I’ve ever read it — spoiler free!
There’s going to be thunder, lightning, and a whole lot of rain. But as for what form that’ll take or how it’ll unfold? I’ll just have to wait and see. And so will you. 😉
Speaking of brewing storms, spring sprung here a few weeks ago yet the weather has taken a sudden turn — we’re back to hail storms and snow and lots of rain. As I type this, I’m cosied up in my living room, watching a thunder-and-hail storm outside as I contemplate autumn.
Autumn is my absolute favourite time of the year. Okay, so I like birthdays and Christmas as well. Whatever. The fact is, I never look forward to the hot and humid doldrums that’ll no doubt drag it’s sorry arse and make me sweat between now and September. But autumn? Sign me up right now and give me my crunchy leaves and my Pumpkin Spice Latte.
In fact, I’m so looking forward to autumn this year that I’ve already started making a winter blanket for our bed in the five tantalising shades of camel, gold, copper, crimson, and walnut. I’m crocheting hundreds of tiny little squares –625 squares, in fact — so the end result will look like we’re sleeping under a carpet of super-cute fallen leaves.
And if that doesn’t give me that snuggly and warm — ha! Excuse the pun — feeling all year round, then I don’t know what will. Maybe a bunch of Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
Can someone tell Starbucks to start serving them now? I don’t want to wait another five months…