Oh the agony…
Okay, not really.
I’m working on the beginning of the first draft of a book. It’s a love/hate relationship.
One day I love the words. They’re gold. They are rockstar. They sing to me while I breathe life into the story.
And the next they are struggling to be anything more than rock…not pretty rock, just that plain white gravel…that stuff that flies off of trucks on the highway and smacks my windshield and scares the crap out of me and makes me want to call the “How’s My Driving?” number on the bumper sticker and tell whomever answers exactly what I think about that…
Anyway, the beginning is always like this. Okay, again, not really.
ALL OF IT IS ALWAYS LIKE THIS. Even the muse inspired stuff.
So yeah, I’m working on the beginning, and I’m trying to find the voice of the story and the characters all while working through opening plot points that make sense to the characters that begin to take form as the opening morphs into something more than words on the page.
Once I get chapter one where I want it, I can go NANO-style, fastdraft on the first draft. Until then, it’s slow going. And I’m good with that, because this is fun.