Building a story mimics life’s ever-winding road. I’m working on a new book, which translates into “I’m in the development stage.” My characters are wispy, the plot is vague, and I have no clue what goes on the GMC chart. I’m impatient because I want to write, but I have nothing to write about. Yet. And still, every moment is fascinating because I couldn’t have predicted where or how the story would unfold.
The hero is a ghost at present. So I’ve let him go for now. My heroine, originally from a star culture, is now living somewhere in a place with trees and mountains. She’s been adopted or raised by an aunt and uncle or stepparents. And she’s a math whiz or an astronomer. At which point I said to Spirit, “Come on. A math whiz or astronomer? I don’t know anything about that.” And Spirit replied, “Sacred geometry.” Math and astronomy sound simple compared to the complexity of sacred geometry. [I almost failed geometry in high school.]
But the fascinating part of the journey is that I’m open and allowing things to unfold. The path is directing me, I’m not directing it. Topics, emotions, key elements, and people are coming to mind or falling into place for me without worry or fear or anxiety. And that is a beautiful thing. I’m learning about sacred geometry. I have an appointment with a high school math teacher. I’ll be speaking with someone about ancient traditions. And as the days go by, more information will come, as will the sources for that information.
Story development and character building, it’s all a journey. What does your writing journey look like? How does it unfold for you? Share your answers and I'll post them next time.