Oh…how many times have I mentally played out chapters four five and six…I have multiple copies of each of these chapters floating around in numbered drafts. But at last, for whatever reason things became clear this afternoon. I had an interesting dream this morning that paved the way for it I believe. Anyway, now I know what to do. And it is a major rewrite from my draft, a rather big deviation that kicks the story into overdrive. Very good if you felt the read was dragging. Reveals and yet leaves much hidden. Still more revealing to do, should keep the interest going. It drops several scenes from my original outline, but add a lot more in terms of complication and deeper motivation.
Now to get it down on paper. I can Frankenstein it, from the multiple versions I have going, only having to add the cap to the three chapter series in order to complete a solid rough draft of it. What you are looking at there is chapter arcs. Chapters 1-3 and 4-6 each complete a major piece of the puzzle.
Exciting. I’m not a fan of book writing. Too much work for very little pay off, but getting a personal break through like this, where it feels very right–like how it should have been all along had I 20/20 vision at day one–is truly gratifying. It gives me hope that I might come out of this alive instead beaten and half dead. The beginning to a very complicated yet intriguing tale is within my grasp.
And I’ll admit it. On days like today, knowing how vast and how many things there are to explore in my paper universe…I sometimes think of completing the further ideas that will never fit into this one volume, saying the words that I know my characters would say if they got the chance to speak their minds, more in depth. Outside of this, outside of days like today—I am convinced I will never attempt book writing again.
It’s like my beautiful portrait. That thing brings me incredible joy and satisfaction each and every time I look at it. Sometimes I look at it and think that I should try again and paint another. Oh, but it was daunting. Maybe, somehow, I learned skills I didn’t have before. Maybe that’s true here as well. But, only a fool thinks one success means you’re a master.
Anyway. Going to go back and paste together my rough and not worry any farther ahead than the words on the lips of my paper people. They’ve been waiting a long while on me.



















