Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Mylanta With Bleeding Stool

Hinreden

I have researched on the Internet and read some historical works. I planned out my story. I developed the characters. And now I have thrown myself into the deep end and started to write.

Call it "Project J".
It is my first novel, which can be classified into the genre "Fantasy" - me "Great Literature" better, because my story is not in distant worlds, but in ours, even if in a bygone era. All Europe was then swept away by revolutions that had no one can predict. And my two heroes, a fifteen-year-old twins fall, into the middle.

The first 35 pages were pretty easy on the hand. And then suddenly nothing. I had my story, I knew what would happen, but I am not going further. Questions that seemed to have solved tapped me on the shoulder and wanted to be answered.

says Why not X who Y is real? Why is it that Y gets the plan from T in the hands? And why has the Z out of the thing, even though they actually know the outcome?

actually thought I had to be able to answer these questions in passing, but that simply was not. I had planned, WHAT happened, but not accurate enough, as it should have happened. The gears of my story were not precisely matched, there was a crash in the transmission.

What do you do best when you sit at a desk and never alone progresses? You talk to someone. After I had Eva fired by the agency with a desperate email, luckily my husband came home. Actually, I did not need a conversation partner, but someone to whom I could hindenken loud. It was enough that my husband "sounds plausible," now and then nodded and said. He also had a really good idea that solved a major problem (where Y knows what T has planned?). Thank you! That was his gift to our sixth wedding anniversary, we have remembered the first time (although I at first was not sure whether we have really gehiratet on 3 May), but only at the margins.

My problems were solved. Hurrah! And suddenly it went away. I got in the mood to go ahead and have this morning written a beautiful scene. Namely, the Y finds out who she really is. Tough stuff.

And with this I return to my manuscript.

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