Okay, I started writing The Man in the Black Suit for NaNoWriMo. I even finished the first chapter, and it looked promising. Then the characters decided not to talk to me anymore. So, I spent a whole day trying to figure out why. This morning, it became clear–the characters from another story were drowning them out! I’ve been thinking of doing a sequel to Search for the Emerald Tablet ever since I finished the book. I wrote the outline for the sequel, but never pursued it. I felt the teen mystery would be quicker to write, so I could finish 50,000 words by the end of November, but you can’t write anything unless the characters want to cooperate! So, today I switched; I started the sequel, and felt a whole lot better. The characters all showed up, ready to tell me the whole story. The first chapter is finished, and we’re moving forward fast, with almost 3,000 words written. I can do this!
But this leaves me with one very interesting question: just who IS the writer here? me or the characters?
Here’s the draft opening paragraph:
After a month of intensive searching, and three months of preparation, the unveiling of the Emerald Tablet to the world felt rather anticlimactic. Everyone was breathing easy; life had returned to normal—whatever normal meant to all the players in the drama leading to this night. Perhaps everything was too normal, too easy, too relaxed!