I was making great progress on This Time Tomorrow, a Y/A Fantasy, the second in the series of the Reluctant Young Queen. In My Undoing, the first in the series, the young queen's story was just starting. But in This Time Tomorrow her story stretched out on the pages, exploding as her story unfolded. Excitement started to build, new characters were introduced, tension rose, and she evolved into an amazing character. It was all very exciting, until one night when I awoke from a dream.
The vivid dream demanded my attention. I grabbed pen and paper and quickly jotted it down, prepared to file it away for a later time. Only Lucy, the character in the dream, would have none of that. She wanted her story told now, not later. She immediately planted the seed in my imagination and before I knew it, it had sprouted and grown into eight chapters. Her story unfolded faster than I could imagine it. Questions crept up, unanswered and filed away for research later on. The point was to keep going and just get it down before it was lost. I was swept into her world, unable to resist.
In the meantime, This Time Tomorrow was put on the back burner. Not a single word was written. I would sometimes try to locate the reluctant young queen, wanting to spend time with her, to continue her story - we were almost three quarters through the first draft - but Lucy would not allow it. It was all about Lucy; her willpower to have her story told was stronger than the young queen's. As the author, I had no choice but to write about Lucy.
Then one day, the young queen resurfaced, clawing her way to the top. Tired of waiting, she took on Lucy with full force and suppressed her into the to-be-continued category. The young queen once again claimed her throne and her story now continues.
It was her time now.
Lucy would just have to wait.
Welcome. As a long time reader, I have now explored the world of writing and have self-published my first short story, MY UNDOING. I live in the beautiful and inspirational Pacific Northwest, surrounded by water, wildlife and writers. My business, Armchair ePublishing, provides a service to authors in helping them prepare their stories for self-publishing. Being surrounded by so much talent made my creative juices explode and the craving to write burst out.
The problem with story ideas is – sometimes there can be too damn many of them. Add to that, characters, each vying for your attention, screaming, "Pay attention to me."
I was writing the second part of the series of the young reluctant queen. The title, This Time Tomorrow. I was going gang buster on the story, about three quarters through the first draft, when suddenly a character, Lucy Donovan popped up and demanded, quite strongly, that I tell her story – A Shadow of Doubt.
I couldn't resist, so I left This Time Tomorrow for a journey into A Shadow of Doubt. Every once in a while a niggling plea from This Time Tomorrow would surface, asking me to return, but Lucy would just push them away. She was a very demanding and determined character.
I was weeding my way through a Shadow of Doubt, when an idea popped up for the Skagit Valley Writers League anthology. A Shadow of Doubt was shelved while I worked on The Cracked Cookie. Luckily The Cracked Cookie was a short story, so it didn't take long to tell.
I am now on Chapter 8 of A Shadow of Doubt. Sometime I ignore Lucy and work my way back into This Time Tomorrow, but I always return. Then last night happened, more specifically 5:30 this morning happened - A Dream. A dream so vivid that it woke me up and insisted I write it down. So, now I have to add He's A Prince to my story ideas.
Opening Scene from He's A Prince:
She was waiting deep in the woods. He told her to wait here ,to stay hidden in the darkness, he would return for her shortly. Suddenly she heard the pounding hooves of a horse approaching her. In a blur, he was there. The horse was heaving heavily from the exertion and she noticed the panic on his face.
Before she had a chance to ask what the matter was, he reached down for hand and said, "Hurry get on." She didn't hesitate. He pulled her up behind him and held on as he clicked the reins, almost jarring her off her seat. Then she heard it, the thundering noise of men on horses closing in on them. They were being chased.
"What did you do?" she screamed to be heard over the pounding noise.
"I took something that belongs to me," he yelled back.
"What?" she asked.
"A crown," he answered.
"You stole the crown."
– And so it begins. Another story idea. Another character demanding I PAY ATTENTION to them.
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