Ah, once again I reach the end of this crazy WIP. Oh, the joy. Oh, the rhapsody. Oh, the knowledge that this is not goodbye… but till we meet again. Yes, I know I am “finished.” But I am not done. Not by a long shot.
For I see in the ending, a new way to write the beginning, the middle and the end again.
Let me begin by saying that this current WIP has been an interesting journey. I started in February 2009. I wrote the first draft in a week. Yes. You read it here. A WEEK! 50,000 words! I planned for it during a class and prepped for 3 weeks before I hacked out 50K in a week.
I loved my original premise for the story. Loved my own motivation for writing the story. The motivation is what keeps me going. The premise? Well, it’s the same, but oh. so. different. in. approach.
You see. It started as a story targeting a specific line for a specific category. A short Contemporary Romance. Now it is morphing into something much more. Not a category. Not a specific line. Not anything more than an exploration of two unique characters.
These characters, my hero and heroine, are why I have battled to save the story. For it’s changed. Not just because I am transforming it from a category length to a single title length, but because what began as a fun romp has transformed into a deeper exploration of their psyches. And, therefore, by default, a deeper mining of my own psyche.
Now some of this transformation occurred during a bizarre soul searching period where I revisited my own painful emotional historical landscape. Oh joy. Woohoo. Loved that. All of it brought about by one note. One request. And that forced me to reexamine my past works and realize that I had denied a very important part of ME in the writing.
Oh, time to mine the heart. Thanks to Donald Maass, I realized I had to dig very deep and unveil more aspects of myself than I had intended. Wow. But I did. Now I know those revelations will have to be explored again, earlier in the WIP than they are now.
But they are there!
I can cut and weave them into the story earlier.
I wasn’t worried about the sequential unfolding of story as much as I was concerned about the characters revealing even more of themselves to me. Wow, they are so strong, so giving, so proud. I love them and I’ve decided that even if they aren’t marketable, they are special.
By writing their story, I am bringing myself closer to writing better.
And that is the goal of my journey.
Revelation. To. Oneself.