Well, I did it. I wrote the two words I’ve been avoiding for over a week…THE END. I finished Agent of Chaos.
Now, dramatics aside, I am actually thrilled to have the book finished. And I must say – I love the end. However, I have no idea what to do next. And I’m no closer to figuring this out than I was last week.
I love the idea of the Desperate Housewives meets Poe story…but I have no plot at the moment (kind of a problem in a…STORY). I also love the idea of my Goth Angel story…but, while I have a plot, I can’t really “hear” my characters yet.
Ughh…I am stuck!
I have done some more revisions on Spaces (Now called Chaos Within), including this new beginning:
Most people forget their dreams. Not me. I remember all of them. Every little detail. Especially the terrifying ones. The ones where I fall.
It always starts the same, a pleasant memory or thought that gives way to terror. And a tugging that starts at the back of my abdomen, like someone trying to pull my spine through my belly button. Then I spin out of control , away from the fading scene.
Into something worse. Much worse.
I really hate that part.
Other than that, and a few other revisions, I haven’t really written since Sunday.
And I am beginning to CRAVE shiny new words.
So, what’s a girl to do?
Keep moving forward seems the only real answer to me. So, I write every day – even if it’s about nothing in particular…a character sketch here, a new setting there. Eventually these should turn into something…Right? (please say “right”)
How about you? How was your week? Did you meet your goals?