Plan Life. God Laughs. God Rewrites Plan.

Posted on 13/10/2011 by

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Things are not going the way I thought they would. The new parts of TRTH were supposed to be giving a voice to one character, and increasing the page space of a second. And then on Friday this other character just shouldered his way in and now there’s blood all over the place and he’s doing it.

Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. — John Lennon

Everything I write is character driven but some parts are just character. And they apparently have little regard for the plot or me or the rhythm of the narrative and I have to just figure that out after the fact. I think it’s worth it though. Sometimes the heaviest parts of the story are the most important.

Life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards. — Søren Kierkegaard

It’s funny, cause a couple people who’ve read the first book (and the old version of the second) asked since I wrote about it which character I was talking about that was taking over. I asked them to guess and they both guessed the same (incorrect) character. So I told them who it was. And in both cases there was this beat of silence. Processing. And then they each said, That makes so much sense! And did a little riff about the possibilities.

Cue me grinning nonsensically. Cause it obviously wasn’t a hole in the book as it was. In that they weren’t aware this story was missing. But being offered it made them go, Ooh! Which, you know, is what I’m going for.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. — Lao Tzu

It’s good, honestly, and I’m glad I went there. It gives us a version of this character that we don’t get the chance to see any other time. And I’m really happy about that. But, oh, the dark headspace he is in. It’s so brightly painful.

Writing a novel is like making love, but it’s also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it’s like making love while having a tooth pulled. — Dean Koontz

And I find myself choosing words for him so carefully because I’m writing his soul onto the page. Cause, you know, I love him. And if he’s going through it (and he is), I really should hold his hand.