lost … and found.
from the very beginning of No Good Deed, i’ve had a single untied storyline hanging out there, like a lone wisp of hair that keeps dropping in my face. i know what it is, i know that it’s not resolved, but i haven’t been sure how to fix it. i don’t want to cut it or curl it or dye it, but i need to find a way to get it to fit in the hairstyle that is the larger story.
okay, killing simile now.
anyway, i’ve tried forcing it a few times, or bringing out elaborate backstories to explain it, or even just ignoring it and hoping the reader will, too. i heard this last method described once as ‘writing fast enough to keep the reader from looking around too closely,’ otherwise the inherent flaws in the logic would become glaringly apparent. i don’t think i’m skilled enough to pull this off, though. so i continued to be stuck, believing it belonged, but not knowing quite where.
my in-between classes writing today seemed to be taking me decidedly off the main track of the story, which is more and more a concern the farther over my intended limit i get. i grow scared that i am losing focus and actually getting further from the end, rather than nearer, as i write. my main character found herself taking a drive out into the countryside on an errand i had not foreseen. i was seeing the ‘do not pass’, ‘detour’ and ‘stop’ signs pretty clearly in my head.
however, and this is the key, the words were coming along far more smoothly than i had anticipated, so i took the ride with her. i allowed myself this diversion, more the sake of writing than for the sake of the story, with the clear expectation that i would hit a dead end soon enough. i would then chop this section, and get back to business.
4 pages later, i believe i have the surprisingly emotionally compelling answer to the riddle of that unresolved storyline, and i am again of the belief that i am merely a vessel, or an observer, and i am deeply grateful.