In this first draft stage of my first novel, I am learning all kinds of things. I’m like my toddler, learning to walk and to run and to chase the cats and to bang my chin off the driveway. Some of these things are more fun than others, and some of them are things I won’t be doing in the future. But you try them all out anyway, either on purpose or on accident, and you either learn from them or you don’t. Reminds me of yet another Douglas Adams quote, which I recall almost daily.
You live and learn. At any rate, you live.
I’m up against it now in the story. At almost 75% finished, it’s down to the nitty-gritty, balls-to-the-wall, sharknado-or-get-off-the-pot bit where things have to be happening, everybody has to pull their weight,every event and every word most be working toward the same immense task of wrapping this bad boy up. For a guy like me, who’s more verbose and relaxed than, I don’t know, brass-tacksy, it’s daunting.
Here are some problems I’m discovering as I work towards an ending.