So, two weeks ago, I officially started writing the first
draft for the sequel to The Clockwork
Giant, but since starting, I’ve written very little. Yes, last week, we
installed laminate floors, and as a result of that, I had a lot of projects to
do during the day that couldn’t wait until I was done writing for the day. That
said, I don’t think I would have gotten much written anyway. Something’s wrong
with my plot, and until yesterday, I didn’t know what.
Now, being NaNoWriMo, this is as good a time as any for this
post. Oftentimes, writers come to a standstill in the middle of a project. All
of a sudden, nothing makes sense. It’s all crap. Every last bit of it. Might as
well scrap it and start over. When I was a pantser, this happened to me all the
time. I just sort of wandered around until things made sense. Oh, that’s what I was trying to say? Okay,
now I can write properly.
So, I’m going to spend today brainstorming the overarching
plot of all three books. I already have the foundation, I just need to figure
out what the big middle turning point will be, because essentially, the
second book is the majority of the second act of the overall story. This is where
the most action needs to happen. When you come to the end of the second book,
hope should be minimal, a happy ending impossible in the characters’ eyes. To
make the second book as phenomenal as it should be, I have to take a few risks.
Those of you that have been following my blog for a long
time know that I tend to preach about taking risks in your writing. Well, to
tell the truth, there’s nothing risky about this second book. It’s safe. It’s a
bridge made of stone, maybe a few feet off the ground. What I need is a rickety
bridge with boards missing, and a hundred-mile-an-hour wind blasting it from
side to side, crossing a thousand foot drop into a churning river of lava, and
on the other side, there’s a velociraptor riding
a tornado. Maybe I can turn back, but no,
behind me, there’s an army of thirty-foot-tall spiders. That’s the sort of
bridge I need. I need to make that happen for my characters, where things seem
hopeless and impossible. So, to do that, I’m going to think big. I’m going to think crazy. I’m going to brainstorm up the
most ridiculous, most dangerous, most adventurous, most unexpected obstacles
that my characters could possible face. Because right now, they just have to
survive the inconvenience of their circumstances. That’s not good enough.
I can always rope it back in during revisions. But not only
do I need to liven up the plot, I need to come up with a purpose for this book.
I shouldn’t have to wait until the third book to let all the major plot stuff
happen. So, today, I’ll be brainstorming big. What’s the biggest setback my
characters could face right now? What would make a happy ending seem
impossible? Hopefully, I come up with a few things. Maybe I will throw in tornado-riding
velociraptors, just to let myself get carried away. Because I need to get carried away. I need to take
risks. I need to get excited about
this story. Right now, it’s meh, and
no one wants to read a meh story. Velociraptors riding tornadoes are not meh. [More
sensibly, I will likely not throw in dinosaurs, but for the sake of thinking
outside the box, I’m going to come up with something just as scary and badass.]
So NaNoers, and everyone else, while you’re writing your
first draft, at least have in mind the point of your story. Once you have that,
go big. Go bold. Go dangerous. Take risks, and don’t be afraid of writing about
tornado-riding velociraptors, if such a thing could exist in your story world
[and a frightening world that would be].
And while you’re here, what’s your NaNo story about? Two or
three sentences should suffice. Good luck this month!
This is quite the inspirational post. Thanks so much, Brooke. I'm a NaNoer this year, sort of pantsing it with a synopsis of the following for my YA dystopian: Macie is a Special, someone who gets called from her farming collective of New Festus to enjoy a week of fun and a chance to start a new life in New Apex. But she quickly discovers being a Special isn't all it's cracked up to be, not when she discovers the truth about Central Collective's leadership, her own faery heritage, the danger she poses to the world but is even more shocked to discover that her kiss releases her best friend's guardian angel form.
ReplyDeleteThat happens to me all the time! I hate, hate, HATE it! Thanks for this post. It has given me some more to think about.
ReplyDeleteI don't think anyone can go wrong with velociraptors riding tornadoes. Just saying. :D
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