It’s always amazing to me when a book makes a shift from being just an idea or a concept to an actual story with a life of its own.
Sometimes it’s a result of changing format, like when I moved from straight prose to free verse in Hugging the Rock.
Sometimes it’s because a book has percolated long enough that it just bubbles to the surface in a boil that pours onto the page (after over 25 years of simmering as it did with Can I Pray With My Eyes Open?)
Sometimes it’s because you just keep asking your character the same question over and over again until he finally answers you just to get you to shut up. And then you make a phone call or two or three or ten (I lost track) to verify what’s real and what’s not and before you know it, you have piles of conflicts and questions without answers and people keeping secrets and dozens of scenes waiting to be written.
And so it begins.
And not all of it takes place on solid ground.
Yaaay!
love the icon!
sounds like it’s taking flight! bravo!
well as long as I don’t crash and burn . . . which of course is my biggest fear.
Hold that throttle tight…if you make it thru these few rough clouds, it’s blue skies ahead!
Aaaah, goodness. Now sit back and enjoy the flight…
You mean the part where I chew my nails down to the nubs and then some while I try to find the rest of the plot? 🙂
Huzzah! Good for you, sticking with it!
Well sticking with it for real will mean finishing the blasted thing and that remains to be seen. 😉
You go, girl!
Fingers crossed.