I’m not supposed to be writing this. I have a pretty stiff yearly schedule on what I intend to write. And while blogs are on my schedule, I have currently abandoned all sanity and schedules and have started committing time to a project that is NOT on the calendar. I should currently be writing my San Juan Islands #3. Unfortunately, while I had a fantastic idea for the opening, my idea pretty much stopped there. And an inciting incident does not a plot make. But after I stared and stared at the screen and then stared some more, nothing was coming to me. So I started doing a writing exercise to get the creative juices flowing and now… I can’t stop.
I think I’ve fallen in love with my own characters. They keep popping up with more things for themselves to do. And I keep thinking, “What a great idea! I’m sure that will only take me twenty minutes to jot that down.” Note to self: nothing you want to write takes twenty minutes. And now my cushion of time for making my deadline is whittling down and I’m actually starting to worry. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to stop writing this and stare at my screen and try and figure out why Tobias is in jail.