Ah tonight’s writing session. So full of promise!
I got to spend more time writing this urban fantasy pulp novella than I’ve been able to in a while.
I really made some headway with characters. My strong silent hero is starting to come out of his shell for me.
I have a short story being published in an anthology that will be available in a few weeks, and this short story just so happens to be about my hero and villain one year after this novella takes place.
I’m so close to being halfway done with this rough draft that I can taste it. (1000 words. I can knock that out tomorrow night.)
I’ve got a lovely little scene where my hero is starting to come into his own. He has snuck aboard a cargo ship and has been watching the bad guys unload a box/crate. I’m so excited because I know my story is finally headed somewhere! Except I don’t know what is in the blasted crate…
Sigh. What’s in the box/crate? How do they get the thing off the boat if it’s heavy? And what about customs of its big? (I know what the thing inside the box will be used for, but I don’t know what it is…)
The only way I’m going to figure this one out is to keep writing.
It’s a game of discovery we all play as writers. What’s in the box? Where does this tunnel/road lead? Why does the character keep dying? Who keeps stealing money from the cash register? It’s the stuff we have to figure out, and it’s one of the things I love about writing!
How about you? Have you ever encountered the unknown and had to go searching for the answer within your story?