So it’s taken me half a month to write Chapter One in Victor’s story.
*hangs head in shame*
I have no excuse. It’s just one of those stories that’s taking me awhile to develop. There are so many threads to drop into place, so many things that need to be established, others that need to be hinted. I can’t say it’s even finished, neither, because I was going to try and include blog entries throughout the story, just like Dear Sir was sprinkled with letters. I don’t have my heart set on that detail so if it doesn’t work fine, but the blog thing ties to Shiloh’s static trait, so I think it’ll make sense…
If I can actually get her to write those blog entries in such a way that they’re useful for this story!
Victor, the bastard, wasn’t very cooperative. I still don’t have a perfectly clear imagine of his wardrobe in my mind, although he did finally show me the boots he wears. That’s his trademark and an important element that’ll come up later in the reveal.
It’s weird. I thought this would be an “easy” story to write since I already knew the external plot — but the characters themselves are giving me fits. I think what I need to do is put their theme song on a continuous loop for an hour and just let them scream out on paper until I finally feel that perfect connection with them.
Time is Running Out, guys. I would really like to have the first three chapters well in hand by the end of this month and the plot well positioned to finish this book for NaNoWriMo next.