It took me about eight months to complete Adelaide. That’s pretty fast for me because it usually takes me about a year to complete a novel.
I think I figured out why it went so fast… From the beginning, I had a clear idea of where Adelaide was going to go. I even wrote a blog post about outlining it.
I had a (foggy) idea of the beginning, middle, and end.
All I can say is… Blessed outlines, please come back!
I’m working on my new novel called Flame of Burnt Brandy… And I’m once again finding myself without an outline. And not for lack of trying.
I would love to know where the story is going… And how I get there.
But that doesn’t seem to be working out for this book.
I worked on outlining this novel for most of the summer. I’ve talked it over with critique partners, with beta readers, with myself as I anxiously tapped my keyboard… But I couldn’t get anywhere.
And honestly, it was depressing me. I felt like I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this book.
And I wanted to. I think this new story has a lot of potential, and a killer opening (thus far).
So, instead of feeling sorry for myself…
I just decided to write.
I sat down and just wrote my way into the book. I wrote whatever scenes/ideas came into my head, even if I knew I’d have to delete them tomorrow.
And guess what?
I think I’m finding my way.
It’s coming to me slower than Adelaide, but that doesn’t mean it’s not as good. It’s just different.
And that’s okay.
As long as I keep writing, I’ll eventually find my ending (and hopefully the middle… and beginning too).
Keep writing, okay?
Remember, your first draft is as bad as your book will ever be.