To the writer, this image can represent an empty canvas upon which wonderful worlds of exploration, discovery and adventure can be created. It is limitless in its possibilities. Conversely, it can represent emptiness, failure, a proverbial brick wall which taunts, mocks and chases you into some form of procrastination.
Lately, to me it has been the latter. Even a page filled with nearly 20,000 words I still felt that way. I had taken the sub-plot excised from Vengeance Will Come with the intent of turning it into a novelette called The Rebel Queen. I had a lot of words, and a part-way-there story, but it just didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right, and my partly formed story felt haphazard at best.
My writing-discipline was lacking, and I was confused about whether I should be planning or writing. Though it was probably the time for just getting the story “down”, my brain was still in edit-mode and I couldn’t help myself but be fussing over structure and pacing. (Which is probably way to early to be worrying about at this stage of the project).
After spending a few hours laying out the plot, I now feel that I have a better grasp of the story. I can now make a checklist of scenes and I think my progress (and comfort) in the project will increase. I’ve distorted it so I don’t give away the plot.