Current Word Count: 38,785
The other day I thought up and wrote a scene which had action, peril, destruction, rolling wooden barrels, and it advanced the plot. I thought it was a pretty good scene, and I moved on. And then today, I made a sudden realization: with that scene, which I liked and didn’t see how I could go back on, I had rendered my main character useless. He used to be vital to the overall goals being advanced; at a stroke, I had made him a burden.
How the Fark did I allow that to happen?
Well, naturally, panic set in. I figured this was going to take some retrenching. Maybe abandon the forward thrust of the narrative, and start revising, hoping inspiration would strike and I could continue. Otherwise, I’d have a whole bunch of pages that were useless. Actually, worse than useless–parts of a stupid waste of time.
That evening, I went down to the gym for swimming, hoping to give the old cerebrum a spot of rest, and my GOD by the time I was done, I not only had a way to rehabilitate my main character, but a whole plot arc had fallen out of the sky into my brain.
Gotta love it when that sort of thing happens. At least, gotta hope someone loves it. I mean, I hope they’re not expecting money or something, I’m fresh out…