I had a lovely, lucky moment last night. Every Wednesday night, I attend an online ‘Writing Race’ held by the Australian Writers Marketplace. on Facebook. It is not an actual race so much as a get-together of like-minded individuals who enjoy writing, knowing they are in the virtual company of other writers. I find it stimulating. And now I love the race even more, because I had a moment of plotting clarity last night.
In my Steampunk Work-in-Progress, I am in the progress of slashing and burning my first draft into something with more action and less back story. I was writing a scene where my protagonist was learning about a major plot point (foreshadowing). One of my other main characters suddenly came out with a personal experience relating to this plot point … and everything fell into place. The motivations of my characters all started to make so much more sense. I wouldn’t need all the complex explanations I was having to write to detail the motivations of main characters. I had made it PERSONAL!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! I could just about hug my beamish Muse.
It is this kind of unexpected epiphany that makes writing so addictive to me. I love it when I surprise myself.