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?
