I generally write in a linear fashion. I see many talented writers skip around in writing their novel–a little bit of this section, then that section, then back to this section, etc. But that’s not my process. Sometimes I’ll skip a little ahead but only if I’ve written a “placemarker” synopsis of what I INTEND to write in the few pages in between. In this way, I keep to a linear process.
Coming back to those placemarkers can be challenging. Often I’ll skip scenes because I’m just not in That Place to write them: either I’m not in the mood, or they intimidate me. “I’ll write that later,” I say, and move on.
Today I wrote a painful scene. It was slow going, but I wrote it down. My word count isn’t so high (hovering close to 1,000 words today), but I give myself bonus points for writing what I’ve been avoiding for months. I had to really, really hurt my main character.
I killed a character today–a very very minor character, but it pained my main character VERY much to see this person die. In fact, it becomes one of his deepest wounds. I was surprised to find myself crying as I pushed through the last paragraphs of that scene. I felt so sad and relieved. Sad, because the character, in his few moments of life, really touched me. Sad, because I made my main character sad. Relieved because I finally wrote the freaking scene!
Of course–it was all nutty, because just a couple hours before, I was laughing my ass off and stifling the giggles.
I’m just feeling very permeable today.