Why? Why must it be so random? Why must my character make a million leads for me to tie together?
My novel is progressing. Oh is it progressing. We’ve gone from a depressed countryside to the heart of a questionable city. So far, I’ve lost four characters…I’ve lost track of Mr. Dumas, his wife (Weslie’s Mama) is stuck in a penitentiary in Metz, Mr. McGee went ballistic and stole Miranda’s truck, and the vicious, mangy dog around which the escapade is centered, has vanished from the plotline. Miranda has changed her name to Eden Black, and Brevin, who appeared in chapter one, only to disappear completely, has been hinted at, getting off a blimp.
Why? Why must my story be so random? It’s thrown out a million feelers in different directions. For me to tie together.
Ah, how thoughtful.
At least there’s some things for me to think about in there somewhere.
I can take a lot of different directions. And usually, I like to throw out feelers. But this is a little overboard. There are so many ropes going everywhere, I’m not even sure how to tie it all together into a recognizable plotline. I’m really feeling for Weslie right now. When he was in the penitentiary, he was feeling kind of down. Like a piece was missing.
He still needed something, although he couldn’t think of what it was. Some little piece…that last little wedge in the puzzle that would piece everything together for it to make sense. He needed something, and he couldn’t tell what it was.
Well, Weslie, it’s too bad your author isn’t sure where he’s going either.
After writing this post, I read the NaNo pep talk of the day. It can be found here. Wow! How on-topic is that!!!