I’m really loving being back in writing mode. Yantsu is coming on well again and I’m enjoying the more relaxed pace I set when I’m writing compared to when I’m editing.
I got a bit of a fright today though. Yesterday the storyline took an unexpected turn and today that turn gave me a huge scare. The one part of the plot I thought I knew was thrown right out of the window and I was left completely in the dark.
Oh well, such is the joy of writing fiction. The process of writing fascinates me, at least the way I do it. I’ve read so many books on writing and, in most cases, they discuss plotting the novel before you even begin writing. I tried this and it just doesn’t work for me.
Broken Bonds was fully plotted and the story was complete in my head before I even created an Open Office document and it’s been nothing short of a disaster so far. I can’t seem to bond with the characters. Maybe it’s because they are all too far removed from people I can relate to.
It’s not that I consciously write with people that I know in mind, it’s just that I can relate to the characters in Sanchin and Yantsu because we grew up in similar surroundings and went to similar schools and we share similar interests. Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous about putting my work out there, it’s too close to home.
It’s because I feel I know my characters so well that the story writes itself. I just sit here and eavesdrop while they play out their lives inside my head. It gives a whole new meaning to imaginary friends.
As I said, I don’t consciously think of people I know while I’m writing, but I did realise the other day that Shihan Dean in Sanchin bears a striking physical resemblance to my first Kyokushin Shihan. Oops, I hope he doesn’t notice.