It never ceases to amazing me how slippery a beast clarity can be.
Oftentimes with my writing I am stuck in the center of a mental storm. Idea after idea is swirling by, tempting me to chase it down the next rabbit hole. So I’ll pick an inviting thread to weave into my story and a few pages (or sentences) later—wham! I’ve hit a brick wall. Or ouch! my characters no longer have a strong/believable/worthy reason to be doing what they’re doing.
And let me tell you, it’s frustrating as hell.
But over the years I’ve learned that instead of forcing the words down on paper, it helps for me to back away momentarily. To let the story swirl around inside my head a while longer. Because time after time (knock on wood) the plot problems tend to work themselves out. Of course, every time I hit that proverbial writer’s brick wall my first instinct is to panic, to crank words out for progress’ sake.
Square peg, round hole.
Nope, not gonna work—even with a big sledgehammer. That peg would lose structural integrity, and the readers will know. They’ll KNOW.
So after a week of fumbling with the beginning of my second book in a series I’M DYING TO ANNOUNCE BUT CAN’T QUITE YET the clarity this morning finally came.
Can I hear a hallelujah?
Here’s to a terrific week, everyone. May the clarity that’s escaped you of late finally find its way back into your work. Or perhaps, more importantly, into your life.