Day 202

Start badly, end worse

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I’ve always liked that expression, ‘I’ve painted myself into a corner’.  I did it once, not literally painting but laying tiles.  It was a weird sensation to discover I could do such a thing.

And yet, I’ve done it a few times when writing stories.  I get so far, and there doesn’t seem to be anywhere to go.  More than once, I have had to delete several chapters and start again.

In fact, at the moment, I have one such story, where we go through the crisis and on our way, and there’s another.  The fact that we’re in outer space makes it just a little more interesting.

This is one of the perils of panthers, you know, the writers who fly by the seat of their pants, as much in the dark as the reader moving forward.

There’s always a good argument for planning, but my problem is that I get an idea, I get it down and run with it until it’s exhausted.  Or I am.

Sometimes, there’s more to the initial story, and ideas come to write more, and, again, I will run with it.  If not, and there are further ideas, I jot them down and come back later.

It was how a short story I wrote for A-to-Z month two years ago turned into the November NaNoWriMo novel that same year.  I got down the story, but then the next part was fresh, then the next, and over the next three months, the whole story, all 52,000 odd words came tumbling out.

Oddly, the same thing happened the following year: an A-to-Z story just wouldn’t stop until the 50,000 words had been written.

But…

Like every writer, I have stories that I started and never ended, though in my case, I quite often have too many other projects on the go to finish them, rather than a lack of ideas.

Still, the reason why I didn’t go back?  Subconsciously, I must have thought they were not very good to begin with.

Perhaps this might prompt an article. Writers can be the worst hoarders!