While working on book two in the Fairyproof series, I’ve also been playing with a contemporary novella over the past couple weeks.
Because I’m a pantster I start with a very rough sketch of what I think the plot is going to be, but it doesn’t take long for things to change up. Sometimes a lot.
I knew this story was going to be about regrets and choices not made, but I what I didn’t expect the hero (see post from Tuesday) to have such a positive outlook on life, despite his problems. I tossed a lot of baggage on his shoulders, but he’s very centered and focused on the blessings in his life.
Seeing the good in the storm is something I personally need to work on, so it sort of surprised me when this line of narrative flowed through my fingers into the hero’s head:
Nate was reminded that precious gifts often came wrapped in tragedy.
I’m not going to say too much more, for fear of giving away too much of a story that is still in rough-draft form. I will say that this was one of those situations when I gave myself something to think about by digging around in my own emotions.
Today (and moving forward) I’m going to try to be more like Nate, and look for the good where it seems to not exist.