I’m on the verge of starting my second book. And by that I mean, literally ready to sit down at my desk and type the whole thing out. I’m almost done with my outline, which, in reality, is more like a first draft, albeit handwritten and sans setting and most dialogue. But, even though I prefer to finish my outline before I get started, I’m a bit antsy and raring to go.
I think it’s because the story excites me so much. But part of it’s because, even though I’m seventy-five percent done—and that doesn’t even include the climax, which I’ve already figured out in my head—I’m just not sure how to get that small remaining percentage down. It’s only like maybe twenty percent of the story, yet, even though I know how it ends, I can’t quite see how to get there from here.
I hope that sitting down and pounding it out from the beginning will enable this small fraction of the story to emerge and complete itself. But I’m worried. I’ve never been blocked before, and I’m not even certain this is actually what blocked looks like. I mean, I sat down last night and handwrote another chapter. And boy was I surprised. It was so dark, so gritty, so violent and emotionally draining, I had to take a step back, it upset me so much. That can’t be blocked, right?
I’ve been worried about this for a while now, yet every time I sit down, I manage to progress, to move forward, to write another chapter. And I still have plenty of notes. But still, this veil shrouding my last few miles concerns me. Hell, it downright disturbs me. But I guess this is what writing by the seat of your pants feels like. Right?
I’ve heard being a pantser is freeing, but I don’t like it one bit.
What about you? Ever had your vision so cloudy,
you can’t quite determine the path your story should take?