Chapter 2 (Going to the Church House) of Once Upon an Ever After is in the can. That makes me about 3% done with the first draft. There’s a long way to go, but the words are still coming fairly easily. And the further I go into this story, the more I learn about its faerie-riddled, post-apocalyptic world. I know more about my characters and what drives them.
There’s usually a fair amount of discovery as I write. I’ve always been one to have a starting point, a destination and a basic set of directions that probably won’t bear much resembalance
to my final route. Google Maps, it ain’t. Most of the time, it’s not even an outline, just a chapter list. But right now, Once Upon an Ever After doesn’t even have that. It’s like the muse told me , “Go west, moderately young man,” and I went without waiting to hear where exatly in the west I shoild be heading.
Keep in mind this project didn’t start out as a novel or even a short story. I had intended this to be a fragment, a writing exercise for a scene based on a particularly vivid dream. But I kept writing. My brain spitting out ideas as it mulled the scene over. I took those ideas and kept writing.
So, here I am, 4,300 words later, still plodding along. I’ve got a pretty good idea of Chapter 3 (Be It Ever so Humble) and Chapter 4 (Error & Trial). Beyond that, it gets a little hazy (but it is getting better, since I didn’t really know where Chapter 2 was going when I started Chapter 1). There’s a long road ahead of me. I know som of the points it will pass through, but there are also a fair number of blind curves along the way. The end is kind of like the backstory issue I had. I have a rough idea that feels mostly right, but it’s not quite ready yet.
So, I have basically stepped out on Bilbo Baggins’ Road. It goes ever on, and there’s no telling where it will sweep me. Although I am pretty sure my destinations are more Mirkwood than Rivendell.
Got your hiking boots on?