Just what I didn’t really need today.
Summer of 2008 I wrote like crazy on a novel I was absolutely in love with. I called her Tempest. She was crazy, she was scary, she went in directions I hadn’t been before and wasn’t sure I liked, but at the same time, I believe she was by far my strongest first draft to date.
I was around 30K when I realized that something was wrong, that my MMC (male main character) was insipid and I hated him. I didn’t know how to fix him. I didn’t know how to fix the story. What I did know was if he bored me that badly, no reader was going to fall in love with him. And I couldn’t respect my FMC for doing so, either. She was way too good for him.
This caused much floundering and eventually led to abandoning the story. I always hoped it wasn’t permanent, but I just couldn’t find my way out of the doldrum. Every now and again over the past year I’ve mulled over Tempest and her beau and her problems and not come to any solutions.
Today I walked the dog. Please note that this is not unusual. I walk him twice every day and I often talk to him about my stories. Why did Tempest jump into my mind today? Not a clue. (Other than that it’s not stuffed with Chloe anymore!)
All I know is that I finally know the answer. Likely not the whole answer, but the key to getting the story back on track.
Now that I have an answer, I have a new question. Do I really want to drop ‘everything’ and finish Tempest next? Or stick with my plan of writing Green Acres book one, as has been my great desire since May? Which do I love more? Which is more salable?
Not a clue.