In the last two weeks since my last post I have been moving. Packing, cleaning, unpacking, driving many many miles (about 4000) and generally going a bit frantic. The odd thing is that I’ve been managing to squeeze in some writing. A lot of the writing has been the kind where you stare out into space, or down the road over miles and miles. The daydreaming has been for the current WIP is that I really don’t know the plot. I dislike that intensely. I want to know where I’m going. The funny thing is that I have all sorts of subplots and a lot of side characters. I just don’t know what the central plot is. I know what part of the conflict is, but after that, it’s murk.
So I’ve been doing the staring-off-into-space method of writing. In this method, I’ve been thinking through potential scenes, character conflicts, dialog, and little moments for each character and trying to both tangle them up and untangle them so I understand what’s going on. The result has been headway. I still don’t know the central plot, but I’m piecing together a lot of things and I can feel myself closing it. It’s a bit like building a puzzle from the outside edges and closing in to the center. Sooner or later, whether I can see the actual piece, I will know it’s outside shape, based on how all the other pieces fit with it.Then I’ll be able to color it in and fill in the blank, so to speak.
Such is the messiness of writing. And now, back to the business of unpacking. I’m sure I’ll still be at it come my next post. But hopefully by then I’ll have more actually on paper.