So just a quick post – sort of gushing about another “Ah ha!” moment, while also to show how your brain comes up with shit that will work if you don’t hamstring it.
I’m trying to finish all remaining rewrites (a.k.a. draft 2) on the urban fantasy project by end of June, plan being to send CPs/Betas the first half by end of May. Which meant starting from the beginning. I rewrote chapter 1 and the first scene of chapter 2 in February or March at some point, then dropped them. Because the second scene in chapter 2 just wouldn’t work.
Can’t exactly avoid it any more, though. It has to get done or other goals this year *coughPitchWarscough* won’t happen.
I was supposed to finish it yesterday. Didn’t happen. The new words sounded just as boring and overdrawn as the first set. To bypass some of the stress and anxiety of missing yet another deadline, I decided to plow ahead to chapter 3 and come back. As I started jotting out the first scene in chapter 3, this is what happened:
“Okay, where exactly are all these things in this container?”
*Tries to sketch out how it’s laid out. Looks up cargo container packing pictures.*
“How is there any room for her to move in there? And why would they pack the stuff that they need to unload and hide IN THE BACK?”
Brain – What about making it a pirate ship instead?
“Don’t be silly, there can’t be any pirate ships in this thing. That makes no sense-”
*Googles old merchant ship holds.*
“How can I make this fit the rest of the world? How can a pirate ship fit in an alternate, modern Charleston?”
Brain – Here’s all you need to know to tie it into this moment and recent past. *Dumps out ideas and possible subplot threads.*
“…NOW CHAPTER TWO WILL BE SO MUCH MORE FUN!”
And now (well not right now) I can go back to chapter two and give it the oomph it deserves. It won’t be pirate ships… exactly. Mwahahah.
Moral of the story: don’t quash the little voice that offers up what sounds, at first, like an outlandish idea. It might be the solution you’ve been banging your head on the keyboard for.