I wrote a new chapter, Mammon fans, but you can’t see it yet. Sorry about that. See, this whole online novel thing is an experiment. This isn’t the finished version you’re seeing, this is you watching over my shoulder while I write a rough draft. Already got one chapter out there I’m likely to pull in its entirety, or nearly so, come the rewrite.
So why not show you the new chapter? Don’t know. Something ain’t right. Writing’s OK, but the story feels like it’s veering off somewhere it ain’t supposed to go. Feel like I might be painting myself into a corner I don’t know how to get out of.
See, I never post a chapter until I know what the next chapter is. Don’t have to have it written yet, usually don’t. Just need to know there’s a way out of the room I’m in. Door, window, a brick of C4 to stick to the wall, something. That’s how I roll. I know we got a lot of outliners out there – you guys always know where you going. Me? I follow the Winchester Mansion school of writing – crews working feverishly all day every day, blueprints be damned. I mean these thriller/mystery things? They’re supposed to keep you guessing, right? And if I don’t even know how the damn thing ends yet, then I’m probably not tipping my hand to you.
But not knowing how it ends is one thing. Not knowing what anybody does next, that’s another thing entirely. So I’ll be taking a day or so trying to catch the end of a thread – something that feels like a way forward. When I do, I’ll be back at you with more fun and games.
That’s the SITREP, sports fans. That’s what you get for reading without a net. That’s what I get for writing without one.
So, how am I doing so far? Got any thoughts?