Novel’s at 64,623 words.
My entire plot’s taken a huge left turn.
I’ve been off outline for a while, but not in a scary way. Most of what’s happening has followed on from what’s happened before, a nice logical progression of “this has happened, so the character would do that” kind of writing.
It let me forget that this novel has a villain. And they’re not sitting idle.
On Wednesday morning, they insisted on doing something so terrible, it’s thrown all my plans out the door. One of the characters might be dead. Another might be about to turn criminal.
And the villain? Well, they’ve taken a huge leap forward towards winning.
There’s no telling where the story’s going. It’s terrifying, but thrilling as well. I have to write it, now, if only to find out what happens next.
