Changing Things Up. Again.

I swear, I’m not normally this flaky. People who know me in real life consider me stern and serious. I only say this because I’m pretty sure that no one who knows me in real life reads this blog unless I’m forcing them to. Anyway, I keep changing my mind about how I’m doing what.

My original plan had been to work on editing the 80K or so words I’ve kept until November, at which time I would write the remaining 50-70K. It was a good plan in theory, but in reality, I hated it. I hated the whole piecemeal editing thing, and just felt anxious to write the rest of it. But what if I run out of words, OMG? Well, that’s never been a problem for me. Ever. I always write far more than I need to and then spend ages trying to cut back. Besides, I have at least three more books to write besides this one. The idea of running out of words anytime in the next decade is frankly, a joke.

So, this is the new plan. I’ve already started writing new scenes, and it feels wonderful. I even wrote one of the last ones in response to a prompt, but that’s totally okay, because it’s in my outline. When I’m not writing new words, I’ll be planning the next book. I don’t know if I’ll get it outlined to the end, but I’ll have enough prepared so that in the unlikely event I finish book one during NaNoWriMo, I’ll have more to write. It’s foolproof!

Now I have to do some quick research to make sure I have my ducks in a row for book two. I already have the main plot in my head, so I’d better write it down before it falls out. You know that uneasy feeling you get like something is kind of teetering on the verge of your brain? Well, that’s how I feel about the book two story. I have it all arranged and it makes perfect sense, but I fear I’ll wake up one morning and it will be Poof! gone. NaNo or no, it makes sense to get at least the bare bones of it written down.

Now that I’ve fixed my plot, the writing part is going very well, I’m excited about the story, and I’m even starting to get a feel for Gwynneth, the pov character who still eludes me. I think I just have to write a few more scenes for her, put her through a bit of hell, and I’ll be fine.

Since I’m barreling to the end, I’m starting to angst about the title. I don’t have one, and I don’t feel close to getting one. I’ve made endless lists of ideas and none of them are working for me. I keep hoping inspiration will strike, but nothing yet. I will be very happy when it does.

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