Beautiful morning, good breakfast, the Chicago II album playing in my earphones while I blog at Panera–yes, it’s a great day. Here’s a picture to prove that I’m telling the truth. You’ll have to take my word about the album, but since Chicago II is one of my favorite albums, you know I’m not just telling you that.
More writing last night, but this time I waited until about nine PM to start. I was busy through the afternoon, I watched the original The Thing From Another World, then flipped over to Mythbusters to watch their season opener. One I got on I finished the current scene, cranking out just under a thousand words in about ninety minutes. The story is over ninety-five thousand words now, and the next goal is the Big One Hundred, which is something I’ve only done once before, an that was a long time ago.
Once I finish the next scene I’ll be out of Wednesday and into Thursday (in my story), and with that comes a bit of nastiness. I’ve maybe a dozen scenes left to write, and that could take me to about one hundred thirty thousand total. Maybe a little more. Maybe. Anymore I just write and not worry about where the word count takes me.
However, during the afternoon I started my mind down the road to the end of this story. Not the end of this novel, mind you, but the end of the main characters of this novel. A while ago I put together most of their lives, how they’ll go through life, the major events they’ll encounter, and finally, how they’ll die. Yeah, I do that: I like to go from birth to death with some of my characters, and in the case of Annie and Kerry, I’ve already described their births.
It’s only natural that I know how they check out.
The thing is, there’s more to the story after they die. Call it the coda, call it the epilogue, call it whatever you like: there’s a followup that is designed to wrap up everything nice and neat. But how to get there?
So I went and stole an idea I had for another novel.
There. You just got to see something I’ve never showed to anyone. You see some of the ideas that have come to fruition and were written. You see a few that I do want to do badly, including my Indonesian horror series and my Monster House novel that came out of a recurring dream. And there are a few here that I know will never be written, but the concepts and ideas I developed for those stories remain to this day.
In one of those stories I came up with the idea of having one person who had close to the events in the novel to be the last around to tell everyone what happened. You could call her Ishmael, and I won’t try to dodge that one, because it’s fairly close to the mark.
I started thinking about the characters of my current story and wondered how I could finish not only their tale, but the tale of those who helped make them the characters they became, and there it was: my Ishmael from another story.
This is why you keep an idea file, kiddies: you never know when they’ll come back to make what you’re working on a lot easier to write. Even if you’ve never gotten close to writing what you want to write.