I’m writing a novel. It’s the one I started after the introductory creative writing class I went to in Cambridge. For the next course, we had to have a project we were working on; I had this novel. I was stuck for a subplot. I’m still stuck, but I have some ideas now.
After the course, I worked on it most days. Then a few things happened, and I lost my mojo. Recently, I’ve been wanting to get back into it, but hadn’t quite succeeded. Until today. I actually opened a writing app on my computer, and started writing. It wasn’t great writing, but it’s better to have something than nothing. Something can be improved on; nothing can’t.
I realised what the problem was. I have bits and pieces written, but they’re largely non-consecutive. The problem is that I don’t know how to join them up. I don’t know what comes between them. So what I thought I’d do is to write the bare bones of what happens between A to G, thereby filling in all the missing letters.
It got me going, but I found I couldn’t help getting too involved in bits of it. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but there you have it.
Tomorrow, I’ll dig out the index cards with the plot on them, and get writing again. I forgot how much fun it is to manipulate people’s lives. Better to do that in fiction than in real life.