So, last week, after my post, I actually….
wait for it…
…WORKED ON MY BOOK!
Can you imagine? Actual writing getting done because I set myself up on a schedule! I didn’t write a lot, but I finished a chapter and that’s something to celebrate. I’ve come to a crossroads in my story. Remember the character I couldn’t get to come back when he walked off the page? And then finally he came back?
Well, he’s now just died. As was his purpose.
So, we have come to the climax. The fork in the road. The s**t or get off the pot moment.
My main character has some decisions to make and I’ve gotta say, I have no earthly idea what’s going to happen next. Well, I know what’s going to happen in the next chapter, but after that, I’m walking in the dark without a flashlight. You might recall my story is based on an actual person and I know a little of what that person did with the rest of her life from census records.
But being loosely based on a real person and writing a biography are two completely different sections of the bookstore, and I want my version of this person to decide what she wants to do and not what historical records say she has already done.
I mean, I’ve been following her lead this whole way, so why would the rest of the story be any different? I just wish she would give me a little more advance insight into her plans, because fly by the seat of my pants writing has gotten me stuck in more than one pickle jar as I’ve gone along.
It’s a good thing I like pickles.
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