I have had a couple of conversations today about the books progress. (Possible spoilers ahead, though I don’t really think so.)
It is actually getting to kind of a fun place because puzzle pieces are starting to snap into place.
Maybe that means I should outline sooner … except that isn’t how my head works. I don’t start with a solid plan. I start with a seed, but I never actually know what type of plant that seed will grow into. Usually I *think* I know what kind of plant it will be, but it has happened that I wound up with tomatoes when I thought I was planting cantaloup. Usually it is more like I wind up with Roma when I thought I was getting beef-steak, but, whatever.
Okay, enough of *that* metaphor! *laugh*
I am deep enough into the story now that I am starting to see a deeper pattern. The other day I had an internal monologue that went something like this: “How did he get past her defenses? Something had to have happened to turn him into that person for her.
Oh! That is totally how Ivan shows up. If he were in trouble and …” Ivan was just an ancillary character up until that moment. He started as a vehicle for a snap-shot scene that I wanted to write to show a facet of Jill. Now, suddenly, his presence makes a whole lot more sense. I know who he is, and he is a whole lot more important than I realized when I first plopped him into the story.
I love those moments. It really is a bit like solving one side of a Rubik’s cube though. It might be one step in solving the whole thing, or I might wind up having to completely scramble it again in order to get the rest of the pieces aligned properly for the final solution. We’ll see.
I am really mad at myself right now though, because I have realized that Jack is like that too. The working title is Jack and Jill, but really Jack was just the launching pad for Jill’s story. He was dead before the book began. Thing is, their relationship is integral to who she is during the course of the book. I have realized that it is really necessary to get to know him, and more importantly *them* for the aftermath to make any sense at all.
So now I am in the position of fleshing out, and as a result falling in love with, a character who is ALREADY DEAD! Why did I do that? I don’t want him to be dead. I want to hang out with him. It is like I set myself up from the very beginning to be tortured. I certainly wasn’t thinking that at the time, but how could I have not realized that I’d have to go there?
I guess somewhere deep down I really am more than a bit of a masochist.
It will be alright though, because I can wallow in all of the yummy goodness of Jack and Jill while it is time. His loss? Well, I know all of the yummy goodness that will come after that too, so it can’t be all that bad, right?
*rolling my eyes* Right.