Darn, darn, darn.
I got up early this morning, while the house still slept, and wrote a few pages. It was very nice.
I was unable to write Friday or Saturday so it felt good to do it this morning.
Then I read what I wrote.
Damn if I didn't write myself right into a corner.
And what I mean by that is I have boxed myself in and in order to get out - something drastic would have to happen, or a character will have to break and say something they don't want to say (and I think it is entirely too early to do that) or I will have to backtrack and re-write some.
I didn't have a clear direction this morning. Not that I always do. But today I was just winging it.
I know they have a term for writing the way I do. I think its pantsing. Writing by the seat of ones pants. Something like that. They have a term for the opposite as well, to write with an outline. Can't quite recall what it is.
I could never write that way. They tried to teach me that in school too, beginning/middle/end. Crap. Can't do it. I'm defective. So, I just write and hope that my brain will make it all make sense at some point.
It works pretty well, until you write yourself into a corner. I suppose that isn't so bad either. It wouldn't be the first time I did a major re-write of this story.
Maybe it is time for something drastic to happen. There has been a few close calls. But nothing like hanging on for dear life to make the heart sing, right?
Well, only time will tell I guess. I'll have to make something work. But not until tomorrow. Hopefully I can work it out while I sleep!
On Tuesday it will be two months since I sent my stuff off to Harlequin. Not a word.
8 out of 15 never responded.