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I’m listening to Christmas music today. Anyone who has been reading my blog for awhile knows what that means.
It means, the writing is not going well.
Merry usually writes to Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Thornley. But when the writing slows down I switch to musicals. Yesterday it was Peter Pan. Today, Pan ain’t doing it.
Today, it’s Christmas carols. Sigh.
A LICK OF FROST is almost done. About a hundred pages out. It’s unusual to hit a wall this solid this late in the game, but it does happen. Unfortunately.
I’ve got this great last line that’s been staring me in the face for days, and I have no idea what happens next. This means several things. One, that I’ve just been so disrupted when the book was hot that it’s cooled. Two, that no matter how cool the last line is, it needs to go. Kill your darlings. Three, that the entire scene is a rabbit hole that will lead me down the garden path instead of to the end of the book. Four, that something is wrong with my approach to the scene or this part of the plot. Something so wrong that my subconscious is rebelling until I figure it out. Fifth, sometimes a book just goes cold. If that’s the case then it’s like trying to rekindle a fire that’s gone down to ash. There’s a spark in there somewhere, you just got to find it, and coax it back to life.
Today, my goal is figure out if the scene needs to go. The last paragraph needs to go. Or whether I need to back up even further and cut this part of the plot entirely. I don’t see how to cut this part of the plot, but it was originally supposed to go after the scene with the goblin twins, Ash and Holly, so maybe it needs to go second as originally planned. Sometimes it’s that simple. I’m off to try to find out if the solution is simple or difficult. I’m hoping for simple.