I went for a walk in a rainy forest and it’s completely out of control.
So is my manuscript. I told Sophie I’d have it done by the end of summer. I told myself I’d have it done by Christmas. I’ve been writing it three years. Right now, I don’t know if it will ever be finished.
I have a first half I love and a second half I quite like. I’m trying to write the first half to meet up with the second half. But it won’t go. It won’t do it. My characters keep doing other things, instead.
And this, this maddening state of affairs, is actually a good sign. I finally finished that Graeme Greene book about General Omar Torrijos (I read a few novels in between chunks). Greene talks about talking about characters that begin to do things you didn’t plan, and how it’s a good sign. He was chatting to a girl when he remembers talking about it…which goes to show you. It’s so true, it’s nearly a cliché.
So, it’s a good thing. I keep telling myself. It’s a good thing.
But when I look in the mirror, or when I look at the first part of the second half of my manuscript, I have moments of despair.
Manuscript: To Hide Her Blazing Heart
Word Count: 75,692