After travelling through some pretty hot and humid climates lately, I’ve arrived back home in Vancouver to experience some more sticky summer heat. It’s unusual for here . . . but I’ll take the sticky heat over my sticky coconut right now.
See, I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately. Correction. I’ve been trying to write. Here I am, elbows deep in the manuscript for Kendra Kandlestar IV and I find myself hitting the wall. It’s a tricky book, this one, and now I’m at the point where I feel like I’ve run right smack into an Unger. And you know what they’re like.
I know I’ll figure this all out eventually, but this is the part of writing process I really hate. I have all the pieces in front of me and now it’s just a matter of moving them all around, until they lock together perfectly.
Here’s a snapshot of what I’ve been going through: endless scribbles and diagrams to try and figure my way out of my plot conundrum.
I know. It looks confusing. That’s because IT IS.
I said as much to my friend Paige today. She’s actually pre-reading what I’ve written so far and when I mentioned my frustrations, she actually had the gall to quote a scene from my own manuscript, when this blind old sorceress says to Kendra, “You are too attached to the outcome.” Then she added that I should just let the characters wander for a bit and see where they end up.
She’s probably right.
Guess I’ll keep writing.