I’m at the end of a book. I think. I hope.
This story has been a pain in my butt since day one. I’ve already rewritten the entire first 40,o00 words. Today, 76,000 words into the manuscript, I have an epiphany about my hero’s character arc.
Seriously?
I’m almost done. Now my muse is telling me I have it all wrong?
I hate my muse. She’s a moody bitch.
OK, so she’s also right (which makes me hate her even more).
I plotted this book before I started writing it, just like I do every time. But as the writing progressed, something wasn’t right. The story didn’t flow. Half-way through, I decided to let my muse have her way. I replotted the ENTIRE book and rewrote nearly 175 pages.
Sometimes things just don’t go the way they’re planned. Sometimes characters have other ideas, or the story takes on its own life and MUST have its way.
Anyway, you won’t be hearing from me again until this WIP is done. I’m not going to make my muse’s demanding changes yet. I’ll push through and finish the draft, but my list of project notes is PAGES and PAGES long. The editing stage will be lengthy and painful with this book.
Going back into the cave. Wish me luck,
Melinda
