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Writing...
Aug. 29th, 2006 10:06 pm...fiction can be really weird sometimes.
This evening one of my characters did something which I wasn't expecting. Okay, this isn't the first time this has happened so it's not whole unexpected, but...
He decided to visit one of the other characters in her bedroom, early in the morning. This came as a bit of a surprise. Yes, I'd realised that they'd probably had a physical relationship sometime in the past, but I hadn't thought that he would be that eager to start it up again.
It would be going against what I thought I knew about him so I tried to stop him. I almost succeeded, but then I just couldn't write what I thought was going to happen instead. So eventually I've just let it go and saw how it developed.
Bizarrely, the story is being told from the perspective of a third character, who sees him go into her bedroom, but then doesn't see what happens next. So I took a break and went and did the washing up, feeling more than a little bewildered about what was going on.
Whilst I was wrist deep in soap suds he explained it to me. Turns out I was completely wrong about his motivations. Not only is he exactly the person I thought he was, but he'd gone there because of a plot element which I'd completely forgotten about, something which would not have been good as it's going to be really important further along.
It's so strange the way writing makes my brain work, and how things just seem to come together of their own accord with minimal intervention from me. Sometimes all I seem to have to do is find the right words.
This is fun. :-)
This evening one of my characters did something which I wasn't expecting. Okay, this isn't the first time this has happened so it's not whole unexpected, but...
He decided to visit one of the other characters in her bedroom, early in the morning. This came as a bit of a surprise. Yes, I'd realised that they'd probably had a physical relationship sometime in the past, but I hadn't thought that he would be that eager to start it up again.
It would be going against what I thought I knew about him so I tried to stop him. I almost succeeded, but then I just couldn't write what I thought was going to happen instead. So eventually I've just let it go and saw how it developed.
Bizarrely, the story is being told from the perspective of a third character, who sees him go into her bedroom, but then doesn't see what happens next. So I took a break and went and did the washing up, feeling more than a little bewildered about what was going on.
Whilst I was wrist deep in soap suds he explained it to me. Turns out I was completely wrong about his motivations. Not only is he exactly the person I thought he was, but he'd gone there because of a plot element which I'd completely forgotten about, something which would not have been good as it's going to be really important further along.
It's so strange the way writing makes my brain work, and how things just seem to come together of their own accord with minimal intervention from me. Sometimes all I seem to have to do is find the right words.
This is fun. :-)
