Despite the stresses of this week–my aunt was just diagnosed with breast cancer, one of my best friends had brain surgery today–I managed to finish the revision outline for the werewolf story. It’s not very in-depth, only six pages long, but I think it will help me get organized to actually finish the revision (FINALLY). I’m hoping so, anyway.
I wrote for 20 minutes or so yesterday on The Fall. Only got a few hundred words or so, but that’s better than nothing. Even better, I have an idea for part of the plot. Well. Kind of. I think maybe it’s going to be super-important to the plot…but I could be wrong. It has to do with an up-’til-now-unseen character that disappeared six months before. I think I know WHY he disappeared…where he went…and even more importantly, how it ties into the larger story arc. And here I thought he was just the used-to-be best friend. Who knew? My Muse, apparently….
I love the mystery and the surprises in writing. It’s what makes the whole thing truly worthwhile and beautiful. I love when the little things all come together and something clicks inside my head and it all makes sense. (I just wish real life could make sense like that.) I love when a tiny detail you thought wasn’t important turns out to be the key to everything. I love writing. I love creating.