Well, this is embarrassing…
Firstly, my victory: I passed the 25,000-word mark last night. This is a huge psychological win, especially because I’m past halfway and it’s only the 12th.
The reason my wordcount has been catapulted forward? Sex.
But it hasn’t been as… *ahem*… easy as you might imagine. I’m working with very stubborn characters. Two nights ago, when the action was supposed to happen, they were still on opposite ends of the city, doing their own thing and completely disinterested in each other. One motorcycle chase later and the lead character had ended up falling for a very secondary character – the literary equivalent of a monarch falling for a peasant vegetable merchant.
No, no, no! But I guess story is what happens when you’re making other plots.
To solve the problem, I highlighted a line in my manuscript. The words read:
[Solve plot problem later.]
Last night, I had to really force the hands (and other body parts) of these two characters who were supposed to hook up from the start… but by the end of the night (which is routinely becoming 02:00 for me), my effort was minimal and I just recorded all the kinky stuff they were getting up to. It proved yet again that you cannot control your characters when they take you on a tangent.
This happened very late last night:
“God, I want you…” pressing his mouth against the naked skin near her navel.
“I won’t stop you,” she said, coaxing him to follow through on his pursuits, as if he needed to be persuaded.
“You won’t be able to,” he whispered against a smile…
Nope. I wasn’t able to stop them either. Maybe they would’ve had enough of each other by the time I sit down to write again this evening… I hope so. Any more of what they were doing and I’m going to have to clean my screen with hot soapy water…