The Best Laid Plans Of Mice and Men..

I had read somewhere that you need to know where you are headed in your storyline. That way you know when you reach the end. Not only that, you have a direction you need to go in during your journey. and religiously worked out a structure for each chapter etc etc etc. It must have taken me three or four days. had read somewhere that you need to know where you are headed in your storyline. That way you know when you reach the end. Not only that, you have a direction you need to go in during your journey. For my first book I sat down and religiously worked out a structure for each chapter etc etc etc. It must have taken me three or four days. All the time I had the opening line burning itself into my brain.
Finally I got around to writing. The first line went down onto the fresh blank computer screen and away it went. I use that term quite deliberately. There were times when as I read back over what I had just written I would ask "woah were the heck did that come from?" (or words to that effect)
Within a very short period of time I threw my nice neat, detailed storyline structure out the window and just wrote. The further I got into the story, the more it became painfully obvious to me that the original ending just would not fit. I let it sit for a few days, manuscript untouched.
It was January 26th. We were going out for a celebration dinner for my birthday (remember that folks) As we got into the car the ending came to me like a flash out of the blue. We got home about ten thirty, my wife went to bed, I went to my study.
When I finally climbed into bed it was just after four am and the final four chapters were written.
But then I had a problem. The novel was, for all intents and purposes written, but the story was no where near told and my initial question was no where near being answered to my satisfaction. days. All the time I had the opening line burning itself into my brain.
Finally I got around to writing. The first line went down onto the fresh blank computer screen and away it went. I use that term quite deliberately. There were times when as I read back over what I had just written I would ask "woah were the heck did that come from?" (or words to that effect)
Within a very short period of time I threw my nice neat, detailed storyline structure out the window and just wrote. The further I got into the story, the more it became painfully obvious to me that the original ending just would not fit. I let it sit for a few days, manuscript untouched.
It was January 26th. We were going out for a celebration dinner for my birthday (remember that folks) As we got into the car the ending came to me like a flash out of the blue. We got home about ten thirty, my wife went to bed, I went to my study.
When I finally climbed into bed it was just after four am and the final four chapters were written.
But then I had a problem. The novel was, for all intents and purposes written, but the story was no where near told and my initial question was no where near being answered to my satisfaction.