I haven’t posted on my blog for a while, mainly because I’ve been focusing on this rewrite of my novel. I also have to admit that the last time I was going to try to draft a post, I got all caught up in the new template designs Blogspot now has and I spent many minutes trying out new pictures and colors for my blog. No permanent changes yet, but stay tuned.

Anyway, I’m proud to say I have rewritten two thirds of my book. I am daunted by the fact that I have one third to go. Last night, after reaching the end of a chapter, I read the old version of the next chapter and realized that the last third is not going to be a rewrite – it is going to be a creation. I have a different killer now (it’s a murder mystery-type book). I haven’t totally determined which person the killer will be, but I know that he/she is not the person I pegged in the last round. I have additional mini-mysteries in this version that I have to explain, and I don’t know how, yet. With a different killer, with a different backstory and complications, I need a different climax and dénouement. I have to create.

I’m not saying that I haven’t been creating all along. I just admitted I’ve added new elements. But up until now, I was able to reuse some of what I had and mix it in with the new stuff. Now I can’t do that. I am staring at a blank page. I don’t care for blank pages.

So I am taking a step back. I’m reviewing what my book has turned into so far, and then I’ll have to do some hard thinking about plot, and I’ll probably have to ask my husband for ideas because this is a part of the process I’m not so good at. But what I do know now is that I’ve been here before – stuck – and I’ve pulled myself out of it. The next few days are going to be bad, but then, if all goes as it has gone before, I will be back, and I’ll be able to perform the creative act, which turns out not to be entirely spontaneous, but a flow resulting from a lot of deliberate, difficult thinking.

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