One of the things I’ve been trying for 2018 is to plot my books. Since I’ve got three full novels to publish this year, I figured plotting shouldn’t hurt.
Well, two weeks in, I can safely say that while my original ideas were amazing and pretty simple, the plotted versions went way off-base, became so complicated that I now have fifty different possibilities for where the story goes after chapter one. Some of them included conspiracies, murder, revenge, and lots of guns, and even a van going off the side of the Rio Grande ala Thelma and Lousie (but the hero rescues her just in the nick of time).
Then I remembered the story I’m writing is supposed to be a romance…
So now it’s back to the way things used to be.
I’m going to write like I always do—by the seat of my pants—and I’m going to pants my way through Act I and II like I always do, and then plot when I get to Act III so that everyone makes it to “The End” in one piece.
But before I can do that, there is one story that wants to be written before all the others and he doesn’t care about deadlines but his own. After all, two weeks have gone by and he’s waited long enough. That’s the story that Naughty Pen is working on, the one without a deadline but with its fair share of whips, paddles, and other implements.
The Master/Muse is raring to go in that one, and when he looks like this, you bet I am, too. #detour