…It happened last time, too.
There I was, past the muddly start, past the “I should go back to re-write the start” convictions, skipping through the words with the happy knowledge that that end is in sight. It’s so easy, I just need to…
Wait. What do I need to do?
I’m not mad-keen on outlining. I see the benefits, I made a hearty attempt this time round, but honestly, once I get a grip on the story, I want to just write it. So I plan ahead, but the further I plan, the more I want to just see how I get there. Which is fine…
My outline for the last chunk of my story runs something like this:
“[protagonist] breaks into building. Gets captured. Manipulates powers*. Burns the place down. Everyone escapes.”
Except, ummmm… *this.
I’ve been brushing over it, using the square brackets I’ve been so pleased with, but finally crunch time has arrived. I have to fix the mechanics on which my story is based, because otherwise I have no idea how to bring the ending together. I could (and probably will) fudge it to some extent, but the carefree sense at the start of the story has worn off. I’m committed to this one now that I’m so many thousands of words in, and which I know that I’ll have to go through and redo large chunks of it, I’m reluctant to do that here, because I keep telling myself that I need to know the ending to really know the start.
So I’m going to give myself a day or two to recover and research. Then it’s time to sit down with a notebook** and get working again.
**I bought a notebook! It’s pretty colours.