There is a strange part of me that doesn’t ever shut down when I’m away from a story. All the time my mind is going on about what’s going to happen, when it will happen, and how it should happen. And even though I have things plotted out in my story and I know the path upon which it walk, it doesn’t take much for it to find another branch upon which to follow.
I’ve discussed adding one scene already to the dialog, and last night, while writing, I kept getting distracted by another scene that has been nagging at me for a couple of days. I’ve already thought about two scenes to add to the novel, and figured out where they would go, and now I have another that, well, came into mind simply because of something else I wrote a few days earlier. I even went so far as to do a few other things related to that scene, because I wanted to see how it played out, and . . . yeah. I think I will write it.
The question is, where to put it?
I have a pretty good idea where it goes, only because I do have the novel laid out, and timelines constructed. It’s simply a matter of plugging in the scenes and getting the dates and times right. And maybe renumbering chapters–something I did a couple of times in the last novel when inspiration struck and I wanted to get it right.
This is actually a good sign, that even after having written, as of last night, sixty-two thousand, three hundred words, I’m still watching the novel evolve. I’ve said before, while I plot out thing, that’s by no means how I’m going to write it, and if something comes to me that makes sense, then put it in. Just as I removed a couple of scenes from the last novel because they didn’t make any sense, so there was no point in writing them.
Speaking of scenes . . . last night was a short one, almost seventeen hundred words total, and it would seem as if not a lot happens, but it’s the kids reconnecting on an event they love. And having something else pop in . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
As was the norm Annie and Kerry heard the sounds emanating from the Dinning Hall before they reached the door. Inside the party had always started: Annie estimated about three-quarters of the students were already here, all of them in their pajamas, all of them spread around the front half of the Dinning Hall, sitting in chairs, spread out on sofas and love seats, stretched across beds and, in one case, one girl was bouncing on a bed as high as possible while her laughing friends looked on.
They slowly made their way across the room as Annie eyed the instructors and staff sitting at the front of the hall. Helena and Erywin were together on a love seat, holding hands while they spoke with Jessica and Ramona. Deanna and Trevor were also sitting together on a love seat, speaking with Adric and Tristyn, while a couple of seats over Wednesday and Isis were stretched out on a sofa while speaking with Coraline and Holoč, apparently having decided that there was no further point in keeping their relationship a secret from the student body.
Kerry was the first to see the spot where they’d sat all the last school year during every Madness. “No one’s in our spot.”
“I didn’t think anyone would be sitting there.” Over the summer Annie had wondered why no one ever sat at “their” spot until after they’d taken over the sofa and gotten comfortable. Deanna confided before they left for the year that whenever they didn’t attend the Madness the seats remained empty, as if people were unaware the location was unavailable.
She didn’t have an answer for this puzzle, but there was enough here concerning them that didn’t make sense that having one more item on the list didn’t seem important . . .
No, not important at all. Is there a reason for that? Hummmm . . . maybe? I’m not talking.
Now that they’re in the Madness, there’s only one thing left to do–
And then we can get out of the first week and move on to the real fun.