I wrote four pages while my son was sleeping this afternoon. I pounded out a scene I've been picturing for a long time and suddenly, there she was in my head.
The main character in my latest project came to me about nine months ago. Her voice was very clear to me at that point, but I got distracted by another story that was percolating in my brain and ended up putting this other woman on hold for a while so I could finish that other project. We'll call it book three. The character I'm working on now is book two.
I got about 130 pages into book one, then decided that story was going nowhere and taking a painfully long and slow trip to get there. When the thumb drive I had it saved on died and I wasn't nearly as upset as I should've been for something I spent about two months working on, I decided book one just wasn't meant to be.
But, I've always wanted to come back to the character in book two. I thought about her a lot while I was working on book three. I've been wanting to sit down with a journal and really sketch her out along with the other people she would be interacting with and the world that she would inhabit, but I never have. At this point, I realize that's never going to happen, so I just need to put her on the page as she comes to me. That's how I wrote and finished book three and, so far, I'm pretty happy with how that one turned out.
And I'm taking it as a good sign that after I finished those four pages this afternoon and my son woke up from his nap I was picturing the start of the book's next chapter, the next big scene for my female character. Some of those details I couldn't decide on over the last several months are suddenly clear. I don't know what happened, but finally ... progress!
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