Writing is hard work. And if you’re like most authors, you feel more like the juggling clown in the center ring than a writer. You have too many balls in the air at one time and usually the one that drops is writing. When you do find a few spare minutes to sit down, the muse turns her fickle nose up at you because you ignored her the other day in the car. Never mind you were trying to find the house with the birthday party, referee your kids fight and navigate traffic in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Oh, and did I forget to mention the pile of chores and housework waiting at home that was nagging at the back of your mind when the GEICO squirrels ran out in front of your car.
Now, you have thirty minutes to spare to write before another ball drops. What do you do? The muse isn’t talking. I find instead of looking at a blank screen going back a couple of pages and reading helps. It grounds me back into the story so I can pick up where I left off. By the time I get to the last written sentence and the blank pages take over, I’ve connected with my characters again, the muse’s feeling are assuaged and the words flow.
This is all of course if I’ve stopped writing and I still know where the story is going. But what if you don’t know what happens next? Some writers are neat and organized. They sketch out a draft, the plot with charts and use fancy methods to get from the beginning through the middle and to the end.
Me? Not so much. And the muse knows it. She’s in charge of the story and she lets me know it too. As soon as I make a hard plot, she turns up her nose at me. My characters take her side. They refuse to be who I want them to. Like when I wrote my story Missing Pieces. I like beta heroes and my hero, Addison Cougar, started out as a beta. The story starts in his POV. I’d gotten a few sentences into the story and he pulled a switch on me that made my head swim. No matter how I tried to force it, he refused to be a beta. He was an alpha all the way and would not bend. I think the muse was sitting smugly in a corner laughing at that one. When I changed to her way of thinking, the story poured out of me.
So I make what I like to call a soft plot. I come up with a few things up front. Like a GMC (goal, motivation and conflict), a few twist and an ending. I take one chapter at a time, figure out the beginning and an ending hook. For each chapter I have to have down time. I literally lie down and close my eyes. I listen to my characters tell me their story and see it play out in my head like watching it on a movie screen. Then, when I have time to write again, I start the next chapter from what my characters told me. I proceed to follow the steps as I mentioned above until the chapter is done and it’s time for down time again.
If in down time nothing comes to me, then I know the story took a wrong turn somewhere. Maybe I have my characters doing something that isn’t their personality and they clam up. Turn fickle on me again. Take the muse’s side. Once I fix the problem and my character’s actions are back in line with who they are the words flow again.
In defense of the muse, I have to say that I, too, can sulk at her. I don’t always like the way she takes the storyline, and I can walk away because I just don’t want to write the scene. I fall in love with my characters, and I hate to make them suffer. My conflicts and black moments can be soft blows. Sometime the muse allows this. But on my current WIPP I’m afraid she’s not going to. I already know what she has in store for the black moment and I’m dragging my feet to get there. I wrote 18K in a few short weeks, which is very good for me. Now that I’m getting closer to the black moment I’m prolonging it. I’m at 24K. I’ve had time to write, but I don’t want to make my hero suffer the fate I know he is about to be dealt. I know I have to. This story is calling for it and it’s time to cut deeper. And if I want to keep the ball in the air, I’m going to have to do it. But I’m going to drag my feet and fuss at the muse the same way she fusses at me. I just hope I give in soon, because I know she won’t. She has no problem letting the ball drop.
Jsmine Black













