I finished writing the supernatural mystery that I’ve been putting up, chapter by chapter, on my webpage. It ended up being 56,000+ words, and I grew really attached to it. So, I decided to leave it up for this week, and then I’m taking it down over the weekend. I like it so much, I’m going to format it and buy a cover so that I can load it on Amazon for 99 cents.
I’ve already started Muddy River Two, though, and put up the first chapter today. And now, because I shiver with fear if I don’t have plot points, I’m plotting the whole book out. I knew what the first chapter would be and I had a vague idea for chapter 2, and then blank pages stared at me. I hate blank pages. But once I know what the book’s about, and where I want it to go, I need a roadmap to get there. So I’ve been sitting in front of my computer, writing down ideas for one scene or chapter after another. I didn’t number them this time, because invariably, when I’m actually writing the words to bring the scene to life, more ideas to come to me. And then all of my carefully planned cause and effect gets littered with small side trips or scenes I never expected. And that’s fine with me, as long as they fit in the story line. And with plot points, I do know each mark the story has to hit.
The problem is, that actually writing out all of the plot points–for Muddy River One, I had 34 of them–just makes my brain tired. I finish one point and then ask myself What Should Happen Next? But I don’t want the expected. I want something with a little twist I didn’t see coming or a little layer that shows characterization or relationships. I want it to be like life. Nothing ever goes exactly according to plan.
When plotting, I leave my office and walk to the coffee pot in the kitchen a lot more than normal. I think of three ideas in a row and then my brain stalls out. I eat more snacks than usual. I’ve gained two pounds in the last two days. My husband knows my routine. He made Rice Krispie Treats this morning so that when I wandered into the kitchen, I’d find something fun. Not the best thing for my diabetes, so I had to take more insulin today, too, but it was worth it:) I whined on twitter, and my writer friend Kathy Palm sent me invisible cookies to help out. They did. Because after I mentally enjoyed them, I came up with my last three plot points.
Relief. The book’s planned out, at least as much as it needs to be to make me feel secure enough to write it. This time, things are going to get a little jiggly, because next week, I need to look through the entire fourth Jazzi and Ansel novel and write the last chapter. And then, I have to plot points for Jazzi and Ansel book 5. Groan. For the cozy, I can take my time and only fiddle with a few plot points a day. And while I’m plotting book 5 for J&A, I can be writing book 2 for Muddy River. At least, that’s the idea. It looks good on paper. I’ll see if it works:)
No matter where you’re at on your WIP, good luck. And happy writing!