Day eighty-five of my 365 Day Writing Project.
It can be hard to convince yourself that what you are doing is the right thing. This is true in just about any context, including writing a book. I’m not talking about the decision to write a book. That’s one decision of which I don’t need any convincing. I’m talking about a decision on which direction to take the story.
When I first started writing this book, I wrote an outline of the plot. I had a general idea of where the story needed to go. But when I am in the trenches of writing, things sometimes change. The story has veered off course on several occasions. It has been fun and exciting to allow things to evolve organically, but my outline is basically defunct. I’m continuing to make decisions every day and although I still have a general idea of where the story is going, the road to get there is quite different than I had planned.
Tonight, I had an oh-holy-hell-I’ve-mucked-it-all-up moment. Panic. Maybe the decisions I have been making are totally wrong. Maybe I’m terrible at this. Maybe what I am doing is not the right thing. After roughly 75,000 words into the book, what the heck do I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just need to keep writing. And have faith that I’ll get the story where it needs to go.