"I think people who create and write, it actually does flow - just flows from into their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It's simple." --Paul McCartney
If only everything was that simple. Or rather, if only it was that simple all the time.
So as I talked about in my last two entries, I'm hard at work on a new plot, a new story for Shiloh and Alexi. Funny thing: it's been going ridiculously well. Bizarrely so, in fact. I keep waiting to sit down and have no idea what should happen next, or to look it all over and want to delete not only the entire file but everything I've ever written as well as the word processor I wrote it on.
But no. I sit down, I pick up where I left off in the ever-growing planning document, and I keep going like I never stopped. Most of the time, I know exactly what's going to happen next, and when I stop knowing that, I stop for the night and pick it up the next day, and boom, the same thing happens. Just tonight, I finished plotting the endgame, and I started off not knowing how it was all going to play out. I went and lay down for less than a minute, and suddenly knew just what needed to happen to make everything work.
I'm not bragging, I swear. I'm honestly not used to things going this easily. It's like watching a tree grow over the space of minutes instead of years, being able to see where every single leaf and branch is going to sprout just a moment before it does, all while knowing exactly what the tree will look like once it's done. And it boggles my mind that all this is coming out of my head.
It's a weird and wonderful thing, to feel like the story is just using me to see that it's told, like I'm just channeling this thing and along for the ride. If this keeps happening when I actually sit down to write this book, I'll be grateful beyond words.
Side note to all this: the current plot is the second one I've come up with since ending work on Skyborne. The first one I had also flowed well, and I loved it, but then I talked about it with Rena and she pointed out something important. Apparently, having a main character seek out her real father is a plot better suited for middle grade, not YA. (Have I mentioned that I'm really starting to loathe categories? That's another entry.) So based on that, I scrapped what I had and came up with something quite different. This new plot is worlds better for everyone involved, myself included.
It's something I've long believed, but something I also have to be reminded of from time to time: never be afraid to make massive changes to your work. It might turn out to be the best thing you could have done.
Alternate title for this entry: "Oh Crap This Story Is Pulling Itself Kicking And Screaming Out Of My Head"