The way in which I write is this…
Say I’m working on the classic tale of Jack, Jill and the hill that
broke his crown. In my mind, I divide the story into four parts (this is heady
stuff, so please take notes):
1.) “Jack and Jill go up the hill”…. Characters and setting are
introduced. The rhythm of the writing style is struck. Character banter.
2.) “To fetch a pail of water”… Motivations of the characters, the
upward sway of the storyline arc, and a wee touch of action come in here.
3.) “Jack fell down and broke his crown”… The climactic scene with high
action and “hit ‘em in the gut” drama.
4.) “And Jill came tumbling after.”… The fallout. Everything is tied
together for the reader and the audience is left feeling fully satisfied but
breathless for more.
Ok, so I hop out of bed each morning, write this blog, feed my face and
the dog’s, and decide what I’m feeling that day.
Am I in the mood to write banter?...
Off to Part 1, I go.
Perhaps I’m feeling rather plotty and full of myself?... Action scenes
always intimidate me so while I’m feeling heady, I head to Part 3.
Perhaps I’m feeling rather plotty but insecure?... Part 2, where I will
no doubt spend the majority of my time.
Or maybe the day calls for playing the tragedian?... Hello, Part 4!
This is all well and dandy (if a bit weird) when writing a 50k Jack
and, well, Jack story. (17 novels in m/m romance, remember.)
But, add another three major storylines that must be intricately
intermixed and triple the main character count and Chloe’s got a problem.
With everything so laid out, I have no wiggle room to take a certain
scene and run with it, just to see what wondrous places it can go.
I know exactly where it has
to go, venturing off the well-laid out path is a no-no if I ever want to get
this done.
As you can see from the bloated size of this post, I can ramble and sometimes
ramble quite effectively.
All rambling in the Six Brothers project has already been done in the
crafting of the plot and the detailed lay out of the scenes. There’s no room
for blatant exploration, seeing which way the wind will blow your writing that
day. I’m shackled to the path. See what I’m saying?
*sighs*
Probably not, but I say it just the same. Maybe someone out there can
scrape a little wisdom out of this.
I hope so.
If not, I apologize for the ramble.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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