Finchbearer
Istar
Who’d’ve thought.
Who’d’ve thought.
It's all good.I've been making notes for 3 books from now. That counts, right?
So, my monitor started flickering and checkerboarding, and my mice (yes, mice, both of them) decided to go belly up. God, I love November.
Now there’s me thinking you have pet miceSo, my monitor started flickering and checkerboarding, and my mice (yes, mice, both of them) decided to go belly up. God, I love November.
I know the feeling. Writing when I have a clear idea of where I'm going always feels faster. Though it's not necessarily faster or better writing. But it certainly feels that way...I'm trying to pants my way out of this chapter. Its... slow... going.
I've found that when I go back and reread, flares of 'inspiration' and days of getting it out word-by-word are indistinguishable. But yeah, I could use one of those inspired days right now.I know the feeling. Writing when I have a clear idea of where I'm going always feels faster. Though it's not necessarily faster or better writing. But it certainly feels that way...
Have you reached the end of the chapter already?
You can do it! And yes, the struggle is real.I am stuck in the ditch, the mire, the bog, the muddy middle…whatever you call it, and I’m not even at the midpoint of the actual middle of the book yet. I just need to get two of my characters together and interacting in order to push the narrative along to get us well into act 2.
I am stuck in the ditch, the mire, the bog, the muddy middle…whatever you call it, and I’m not even at the midpoint of the actual middle of the book yet. I just need to get two of my characters together and interacting in order to push the narrative along to get us well into act 2.
Maybe that sounded as if it were a romantic thing. They are set to become friends, and have already had a brief encounter - now is the part where I need to write their burgeoning friendship, which I’ve planned as the main bulk of act 2 in a 3 act structure.Why are they not together?
If we’re talking about my story it’s two young women who become (platonic) friends.Sounds like something where a romance can blossom. but...not if you don't write it that way.
Starts to storm, its all mucky outside. They find an abandoned house. It leaks and lets the wind in. She does not like spiders, he does not like being wet. They both have to tough it out. She sits all the way across the room from him and he is not interested. What do they talk about?