Let’s get that out of the way right now. There should be no
misconceptions about that.
There should be no “Bravo!”s, no boxes of candies laid adoringly at my
feet. Cancel the skywriters and send the Goodyear blimp merrily on its way…
Don’t worry. These admonitions are not for you. They’re for me.
Yeppers. I can get rather full of myself when something really
brilliant pops out of my writing process… Alright, maybe “brilliant” is a bit
of an overstatement, too. Sorry… “Think
meek, Chloe. Think meek.”
Anyhow, before I hurt something trying not to brag, let me tell you
about the goody I found.
You know those garden hoses you see advertised on TV that can fit in
your pocket? Those that are all shriveled up and prunish until there’s water
flowing through and “Whammo!” it’s a full-sized hose?
Well, I’ve got one of those in The Hushing Days.
One of the three major storylines in my historical romance, the
storyline that has been patiently waiting in the wings all this time for its
time in my authorial spotlight, is a magic hose.
Really.
Since it is a plotline that occurs in a different locale than the rest
of the novel, its size, intensity, strength are all variables I can adjust. When
I reach that ¾ point in the writing of my mainstream behemoth, I can sit back
and objectively look at the novel written so far and see what needs to be added
to make the book truly fierce.
Now, the only reason I’m able to do this is because of my “down to the
character’s every pore” outline I’ve forced myself to abide by. All the
connectors between the major storylines are there just waiting for that magic
hose to be attached at the end and “Whammo-ed!” into publishable perfection!
Nope. It wasn’t planned and it probably makes no sense whatsoever to
anyone lucky enough to be outside my brain, but this magic hose storyline thing
could really catch on…
Hmm, maybe that blimp will be needed after all?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe the Meek Deficient
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