Sometimes I get stuck in a story and don’t know where to go next. (Usually a sign that I’m trying to force something to happen instead of letting the story flow organically.) It’s a weirdness of my brain and my process that planning out a story never works for me. I just have to dive in and live it with the characters and see what happens.
Or sometimes (my husband would tell you this happens in EVERY book) I reach a point where I’m convinced it’s the worst book I’ve ever written, I have no idea why I thought this was a good story, I’m never going to find my way to the end…etc., etc.
He never worries because he knows I always work my way out of it. No matter how often I tell him “But this time I really mean it!” LOL Sometimes his prescription is getting away and indulging in Mexican food while I’m at it. There’s nothing good Mexican food can’t cure, after all. At least that’s how we think here in Texas. 😉
But another thing that helps me immensely is getting in the car and just driving. For a person who used to really hate driving for hours and always dreaded my turn at the wheel on long road trips, I’ve made a total turnaround.
Driving time is great plotting time—especially if I don’t try to. If I just let my mind wander. And if country ballads are playing, even better! I never know how or why, can’t ever predict it, but almost inevitably, once I let go and float, inspiration hits, and I figure out what’s wrong with the story or see a completely different path or have an inspiration for a new story. Kinda like magic!
So the road has become my friend. I don’t think I’ll take up long-distance hauling anytime soon…but then again…I never thought I’d be a published author! 🙂
Do you enjoying driving?