Here We Go Again

I’m in full writing mode. My thoughts are consumed by plot. I feel like I exist out of time, off in a far away land.

I flushed the first chapter out. It’s the spark that got the premise rolling. It’s where the book ends. So now I’m plotting the timeline because I keep running off the tracks.

This was supposed to be a one novel story. Then I realized it may have to become a trilogy. Now I have to tell my friend she was right and it’s going to be at least six books. Which just means my brain is racing ahead and I’ve only got one chapter actually written.

But knowing where this is all headed is making it easier to hone and focus in on the plot of this first book. I’ve written a synopsis plot line for the beginning half of half of the story. Now I’m working on a timeline in calendar from to be able to layer the stories together and keep it all straight.

I’ll get back to typing soon, but right now I’m back to planning and feeling it out, leaving my head distracted by a girl, her desire for adventure, the cast of characters that build her foundation, and not losing the damn plot.

Why does life have to keep interrupting?