For about two weeks I’m fighting the need to finish my second YA book. It’s one of those feelings, were I know I need to wait just a little more. What am I waiting you would ask and it’s a fair question.
Well, I am waiting for it to be real.
Have you ever felt like this while writing? I know what is going to be, how it will end, but I just find it wrong to sit and write it all down. So I write it word by word, sentence by sentence and the more I write, the more it changes.
It’s like my characters are alive again, demanding things to go their way and whatever I write is just not good enough. I must write the story as it actually happened, as if this is not fantasy but real events.
It’s kind of scary in a beautiful way.
But I’ve learned to listen to my gut instinct and I do go where the story/characters lead me. Despite that I usually have some other plan.
I’m really curious to see where it’ll lead me this time.