First of all, I am very grateful to have the most amazing writing partners and critique partners who are HONEST and who are ENCOURAGING.
I had despaired earlier this week when I had my own worse convictions about the story confirmed. I had also super freaked when my people stopped talking to me. They exited the brain cells and went to a country far far away when I considered, briefly, punting a key part of their history.
Oh they were mad.
And only other writers can understand that truth.
I promised these people I’d write their story, but I couldn’t find a way through my tangled web of words. So I made a decision to write a different story and incorporate elements of their story in a desperate attempt to salvage my work.
No. That was not a good idea at all.
I’ve never had my people leave the building. Ever. I have them following me into the shower (I remember Alex in Sweet Sensations nagging me about another love scene and I couldn’t get him to stop until I helped the randy boy out). They drive with me when I am running errands and tell me stuff. They wake me up in middle of the night with something else to say.
Yes. I have other people in my head.
Till Thursday night. That was a bad night.
But I slogged away, a CP called and helped me rediscover the core of the story and then we brainstormed a brilliant way to save their story without compromising their integrity. And now they are waking me up early in the morning to get up and write it.
Of course, the one thing I hadn’t prepared for was researching PIs and other cop stuff. Thank goodness the universe in her infinite wisdom had me sign up for a course online to cover elements about this world THIS MONTH. And my other writing chapter is posting an online workshop in the same field so I signed up for it as well.
Now that my peeps are back. I am back in action.
Feels good. Feels really good.