Skip to main content

Forging Ahead...A Writing Update.

I think I've mentioned here before that I realized shortly after I wrote chapter one of book #2 that I hadn't really stopped to consider a few important factors.  In the opening of this book I have our new heroine meeting the old cast at the bookstore - not that she realizes they're a cohesive group at that particular moment.  She only knows that she's interviewing for a teacher-int-the-house position with the children's mother.  This is all good and well.  It's still what I want.  It introduces my heroine and situates her nicely in the middle of the old cast.  It also sets up her on-going role with the group.

What I didn't stop to consider was the mother.  If you've read Fallen Angel, you will remember that in book #1 Charity was kidnapped by werewolves, her husband was murdered by a demon, and her daughters were rescued by angels.  If you haven't read the book, don't think I've ruined the story for you because Charity was a secondary character in that story.  In many ways, she's still a secondary character, yet her actions and reactions are really important as they will be instrumental in shaping the direction of this book. 

Keeping the hardships she endured during the first book in mind, I realized a few things that I hadn't really fully considered before sitting down to write this one.  She's lost her husband and has to rely mostly on herself to protect her girls from all the things that go bump in the night.  This will make her hesitant to trust anyone.  It will also make her a little paranoid and maybe a bit eccentric in the eyes of a newcomer who is unaware of the supernatural realities of this world I've created. 

With these little factoids in mind, I think I'm finally ready to dig my way into Chapter Two.  If my new heroine didn't notice the cracks in Charity's calm before, she's won't be able to ignore them for long!






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

They saved the finger..

This was supposed to be an easy, carefree weekend.  One of those rare weekends where spontaneity is possible because plans were not made ahead of time.  We could lounge on the couch, work on our hobbies, or even do a little shopping.  And, no, I'm not referring to the necessary evil of grocery shopping, but the much more enjoyable version where you get to buy things that actually make you happy. Because the oldest boy needed some pants and the youngest could use a new pair of shoes, I decided to head into the city to do some shopping at Kohl's.  Of course, my decision to shop there was not quite so altruistic.  Mama needed a new bathing suit! So, I pack the kids up and head into the city.  The youngest picks out his shoes . The oldest tries on a few pairs of jeans and ends up with two in the basket.  Did I mention we have to shop in the men's department now?  That he's wearing size 29?  My baby is growing up! Then it was Mom's turn.  I was looking ove

Camping with Little Boys

  Our first travel trailer. I don't remember camping much with my family as a kid. This is likely because we always had the same vacation destination: a family plot in Baldwin, MI. There was no cabin there. Instead, there were two structures: a small, silver camper and an old single-wide trailer. The silver camper is gone but the single-wide still sits there and is used by extended family members to this day.  It wasn't until I was a teenager that my step-mom and dad bought a pop-up trailer and we started camping elsewhere in the state. My memory isn't the greatest, but I'm almost certain they got the pop-up after I started dating Ken. Eventually, my parents upgraded to a fifth wheel that my dad still pulls around to various nearby camping spots. Ken, by contrast, didn't have a set vacation destination growing up. His family camped. They started out with a truck-bed camper, I believe, and eventually upgraded to a fifth wheel.  Ken and I vacationed both in Baldwin an

Shopping & Packing

This may come as a surprise, but I don't consider myself much of a shopper. Don't get me wrong, I could be! I could easily spend my weekends hopping from store to store, searching for that perfect pair of jeans or a cute little shirt to go with those shorts I have at home. I could also spend hours browsing the local B&N in search of the next best read. Oh, yes, I could easily become a hardcore shopper if the funds were available. But I don't frequent the mall because there's always something more pressing to spend my paychecks on and I'm not very good at window shopping. If I'm browsing, I'm buying. So I don't go. At least, not often. However, as we all know, there are times when shopping is necessary. Family vacations happen to be one of them. My feeling on the matter is that everyone needs to look good in the hundreds of photos I will undoubtedly take. Last year's wardrobe just won't do, not even if it still fits! Besides, I doubt