The current Work-in-Progress has reached a critical juncture. I have managed to incorporate quite a lot of the various disconnected ideas I scribbled down two years ago, and created something approaching a coherent narrative, and also begun the process of weaving a sub-plot into the main story line (I wrote the sub-plot as one straight-through story, almost a little novelette, and of course that won’t do at all). Of the remaining disjointed pieces flapping about at the end, it is now a question of a) which ones to keep and b) of those, where they fit into the storyline, and then add some more connecting tissue to bed them in. There is still one unresolved bit of plot, a thing that ought to have consequences but as yet doesn’t, and I also ought to perhaps make a day by day timeline so I can hang the bits of story on it and get the pace of events right, but other than that I will soon have caught myself up, and will be able to lay down new story to carry the plot(s) through to the end. Progress 🙂
I find myself re-writing lots of little bits as I go along, because two years on and having more-or-less completed one novel I think – I hope – I’ve got better at this writing lark, and have a better eye for what works and what doesn’t. I believe that I’m even (whisper it very quietly) beginning to get a feel for how plots work …
I’ll leave you with this rather brusque dismissal from Frida the goose-girl:
“Don’t you like people, then?” Frida frowned. “No,” she said shortly. “Oh. Why not?” Frida’s frown grew deeper. “Right now, it’s because they keep asking me stupid questions.” Even Gorm could take a hint like that, and he beat a hasty retreat back down the hill.
Evening, all. Mind how you go.