Writing on the novel continues, albeit slowly. In the middle of Scene 3, now.
In talking to my wife about my struggle, I mentioned that it felt like I’ve broken through a barrier, and that both my interest and enthusiasm had increased, to which she responded with a question: why is that?
I honestly hadn’t thought about why—I was just glad it was—but it engendered an interesting discussion.
Last week, I posted about how in this character-driven novel, I must engage in a lot more forethought. As I explained, writing about how a character reacts to action is a lot easier than writing about their motivation before that action is undertaken. That reality hasn’t changed, certainly not in the last week or so.
What has changed, though, is that I’m finally getting a handle on who my characters are.
This is a critical point, for me.
I’ve built and rebuilt my characters’ backstories close to a dozen times. I’ve changed family structure, occupations, names (lots and lots of names), affiliations, history, and well, damned near everything except their gender. I’ve also worked and reworked my outline, refining it, bringing in subplots, dropping subplots, chucking extraneous secondary characters, tightening it all up.
So, when I started writing, I had a pretty good handle on where my main characters had been and where they were headed.
All set, right?
Wrong.
Progress on my book has been slow—not stopped, just slow—but I choose to view this as a good thing.
Going back over early notes for this novel, I realized that this project has been rattling around in my head for over a decade.
Just because I wasn’t writing, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t writing.
Typing. Deleting. More typing. More deleting. MOAR typing. Delete delete delete. Delete it all. Every last word, comma, and period.
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 