Thunderstorms at three AM are a good place to think about plotting.
At the moment I have the typed draft of my new novel on the go, that’s the project taking up most of my creative energies. But I also have my Welsh short story, which I am currently working on the first proper draft of; as well as tidying up a shorter collection of stories which will be published in September.
Into this whirl of bloody ideas, horrible deaths and eerily scrawled words on parchment, I’m planning to introduce another short story/novella that I want out in time for Christmas.
Christmas still seems a long time away for most people, but if I want to write this story, rewrite it, rewrite it again, edit it myself, have it properly edited, go through all those edits and have it proofed, then Christmas doesn’t seem far away at all.
Particularly when, at the start of the week, I still didn’t have a clear idea what the plot was.
This was really starting to worry me. All being well and I finish this draft of the Welsh story next week, then I would be looking to start on this next story the following week. Not having a fully worked out plot then really becomes a big, chunky problem.
I know what the story is about in the sense I know what I want to say with it. I know who the characters are, but the getting from A to B to my big-already-visualised-in-my-feverish-mind finale, was still incredibly vague.
So thank the Lord for the two large thunderstorms this week. Mrs Jameson barely woke up, Baby Jameson (thankfully) didn’t wake up at all, but I lay there working through ideas and notions in my mind and started to string together something that looks interesting.
Notepad in my hand first thing I started to scribble it down and – you know what? – it still looked damned good!
I only got the first two thirds down, so there’s a way to go yet, but I know where I’m going now and cannot wait to get started!