This is the post that's completely unnecessary. I should be pounding out the words on my novel instead of creating a post for a blog. I'm struck, however, at how similar events play out. Every year before it's around this time that doubts begin to grow.
Once the first idea get's pulled out of your brain, the opening scene that you've ran over and over, in a loop, on your minds eye, and it finds it's way into the digital ink that you're throwing down, you don't know what to do next. Sure there's other scenes, further along, that you can't wait to write but you can't do it yet because you haven't connected the dots. It's those lines between the turning point that eventually create the picture, when it comes to connect the dots. So, here too, it's the moments in between those big scenes that you're drooling over that will give your novel it's definition.
I know a couple of other characters that will eventually play a part, I haven't figured out yet how they enter or leave the story, I just know that they exist in some of those scenes I'm waiting to write. I also know some of the sub stories that bob and weave through the book but, again, I don't know what or how they involve themselves with my characters yet.
Maybe, I should call the book...yet. There seems to be a bit of that peppered throughout what I've written in this post, so far.
The trick is plodding along. Sometimes the most painful work is the best work. I've noticed in other things I've written that, at the time, when I thought I was just getting a word count in and that the pages I'd written would eventually just get tossed out, upon second review it was some of the better stuff I'd done.
So here goes, back into that breach....