Guess what? I managed to finish the first edit of my work in progress, Rabbit Island, which involved a lot of rewriting, reorganizing, and rearranging. Now that there is a decent framework, I realize that there are a lot of plot holes. There are new scenes to be written. There is a new storyline I wish to weave through it all.
On to what I’m calling Edit # 1.5 because it doesn’t feel like an Edit #2 just yet.
I know I need these particular scenes and this new storyline. What I find so strange is that I don’t know how all of it will unfold. It seems that so much of writing is thinking. And though I am a person who wants to do, do, do, write, write, write, I need days where I do not write at all.
I need to think.
But the kind of thinking I need to do is, what I call, basement thinking. The thinking that happens when I do other things. It’s not like Rodin thinking where you sit in a garden and get in position to think. You don’t pose for it. It happens in metaphorical darkness, in the basement level apartment of conscious thought, when you’re not even aware.
Do you set aside time to think about your novel? Or do you do basement thinking?
Or are you the kind of person who always knows what you want to say? Sometimes, I wish I was that kind of person.