By Julia Indigo/@juliaindigo
The past several weeks have been, for all practical purposes, novel-writing free. As you might remember, I received a sleep apnea diagnosis a while back, and have now completed two months of treatment using a CPAP machine. I’m finally feeling mostly better, having more energy. If I wasn’t superstitious I’d say that I’m over the hump.
:::knocks on wood:::
Most weeks I’d barely managed 1,000 words, and that mostly blogposts, some weeks were a big, fat zero. Then on April 22nd I knocked out over 2,100. What happened? I stopped trying to tell my muse what’s what, that’s what!
I have been trying to hog-tie my (now 116,000+ word) novel into something that made three-act sense. I was looking for that opening scene, that inciting incident which would hook the reader into reading something that I hoped would be around 85,000 words. And it wasn’t working. I was blocked up, unable to move until I figured out where the heck to begin.
Then on Sunday morning, in the shower, my muse hit me over the head. (She has a way of jumping me when I least expect it).
“Just write the damned thing! Tell this man’s story! Damn the word count! We’ll figure it out later!”
Um, yeah. By the time I had dried my hair, I had the beginnings of three new scenes begging to be put on paper, and was ENTHUSED about writing again.
Today? I’m all WTH if it turns into a 210,000 word-trilogy. I’m unblocked, and writing better than ever.
And… I found a website with a novel-writing system that really appeals to me: the Snowflake System.
I’m going to take that out for a walk today, going through the steps for this particular novel, and fitting in the scenes that I’ve already written as I find them. Then I’m going to finish this novel, and self-publish it.