This process of building a novel is fascinating.
I am oscillating between certainty that this attempt is ridiculous. Who am I to write a novel?! It will be awful! Then I swing back to completely unfounded confidence. This will be the best novel EVER!
I read once, that to write a good story, you need to hold both of those beliefs simultaneously; thinking “this is the best story ever” helps you write it, and thinking “this is ridiculous” helps you edit (that little nugget of wisdom came from Chris Baty’s NaNoWriMo book, I’m pretty sure).
Today was a good day though. After exhausting my girls at an apple orchard, complete with a hay ride and a pumpkin patch, I worked on a few new characters that emerged from the brainstorming I did last week.
I discovered some people that need to be there for the story to make sense, to move other characters into position, etc.
By fleshing out these formerly missing characters, my thin plot has already become richer. It’s like the old layers of the onion metaphor, but in reverse. Each block of time I devote to thinking through this story, or its characters, or the challenges posed by the plot (a pandemic) adds more complexity.
It’s really FUN!
Now I know that I’m the big nerd I always suspected of myself. This is way better than playing Wii 🙂