A couple of things happened lately that set me thinking about how the best plans don’t work out. Instead, they change, mutate and evolve.
The first thing that didn’t work out as planned was my getting a five generation picture on my blog. I’m technologically challenged but I’ve managed to upload pictures to lots of blogs, websites, etc. But these particular pictures are in a part of my computer that I can’t seem to access from my blog. So…… it’s not there yet.
The second thing that made me think of how plans change has to do with my writing. My plan was to post a short story to this blog in segments and soon afterwards get my first novel online and up for sale. Then I got an email from a writer I respect a great deal…. Jane Toombs… and that all changed. Because she mentioned that, though she’d only read the last segment, she felt I finished the story way too fast, not letting the growing attraction between the two adult characters develop at its own pace.
Thing is, she was right. I’d written a story about one child and one adult, not intending it to become a romance. But romance is what I write, and it seems to creep in no matter what else I think I’m writing about. So there was a romance between the child’s father and the main character and, being in a hurry because this was a short story, not a novel, I pushed it all into one too-short segment. And that was wrong.
So my novel is now on hold while I let two very nice characters get to know each other and fall in love naturally, over a period of time.
Never rush true love! Never!
I learned somethng and, as a result, I’ll get around to finishing the novel and publishing it, and it won’t be too long in the future, but it’ll only happen after two very nice people who happen to live only in the world of my story have had their day in the sun and have fallen deeply in love.