Back on track.
Something has started to click over the last two days of writing; annoying gaps in the plot are starting to fill themselves in, disparate scenes and events are slowly shuffling into some kind of order. A few characters’ motivations are taking shape and helping me to tighten up scenes. My number one crush character of the year has been surprising me with observations he makes and with risks he is suddenly ready to take; I’ve been trying to put him under some nastier pressure instead of just letting him be his lovely self. My troublesome female lead is finally growing a pair, if you will. The gardener in me is gearing up to rip out, divide and replant some puzzling not-so-lead characters. It’s not easy though. Tough love is tough.
Obviously typing this way to an audience of zero about non existant people is the height of crazy, but it’s a crazy that feels so good. I want to remember this feeling so that I can get through the next period of feeling unproductive or stumped. I’ve never stayed this long or worked this consistently on a writing piece before. I like it.
Research,imagery and little secrets this week include the lives of ants and bees and trees, the chalk and spate stream systems of the Midlands, fly fishing secrets for duffers and the way a banjo player’s hands skim up and down the strings.