This draft is happening a lot slower than I wanted it to happen, but progress is still being made. In fact, today I start the first of two ‘big events’ at the end. If I had a graph of this story — and no, I don’t have one. That can wait for the next draft 😉 — this is one of the large peaks all the other little peaks have been building up to. Or, at least, that’s what I hope is happening. I’ll probably find a lot of troughs in the next reading. But that’s what revision is for, right?
Anyhoo, the closer we get to this peak, the slower progress is becoming. And this is due to character guilt.
Bad things happen on this peak. Necessary things, yes, but bad. And they happen to characters I happen to like quite a bit. So I’m feeling guilty. I know I will find the end of this scene very emotional (don’t look at me like that! I’m not strange!).
Hence the slow down. Today, however, I have to take the plunge. I have to start down a dark road knowing full well what happens on the other side. This is, for me at least, the good and the bad about first drafts. Because I’m trying just to get the story down, to let the writing do what it wants and fix it all up later, I am so much more involved. I come out of my writing sessions exhausted, exhilarated, and emotional.
Yeah, I know. These people aren’t real. They’re only in my head. But I feel for them, I feel with them. And this is going to hurt.