As I have been writing my novels I have discovered that even though going into the project I have a clear idea of what direction I am going to take, and what is important in them, they still manage to evolve in ways that take me completely by surprise.
In Killer Therapy (working title) for example there is a character that I had put into the story simply so my main character, Olivia Blake, could show off her skills as a therapist, and after re-reading the scene a few dozen times I decided that he was flat and boring, and he made Olivia feel flat and boring. After the re-write he is now not only an interesting character, but a possible love interest. Then there is a scene with her brother, who is a detective, that I wrote purely to show their relationship dynamics, and I came up with some this throw away case that his seargent told him to drop, purely so they would have something to talk about. I didn’t think anything of it until I needed a way to explain him being home in the middle of the day, and used it again by having him get suspended for not dropping it. I still thought no farther than that about this case, but now that people have been helping me proof read and give me feed back, they are invested. They want to know if her brother gets his man. The problem is, I don’t know! I had never intended to have her involved with his police work in more of a role than the occasional advice, but now I think I’m going to have to figure out at least this one case, or I’ll end up with a lot of unhappy readers.
Road Trip (working title) on the other hand started off as a completely different story, but when I sat down to write it it just came out differently than I expected. Originally, and I talked about this in an earlier post, it was supposed to be about a pair of people roughly the same age, who go on a cross country crime spree. Now it’s an extremely emotional story about an eighteen year old boy who kidnaps his four year old brother to get him away from their abusive father. I also thought it was going to be a stand alone novel, that would end in a hail of bullets, but I’ve fallen in love with these boys already, and I just don’t know if I can do that to them. Also someone gave me a good idea for a sequel, that I might just have to write.
Something else that has surprised me is that up until now the stories I’ve written have all been in the sci-fi/fantasy genre. Now, out of the blue, and in only a few months, I have two really amazing books-in-progress that are very firmly grounded in the real world. It’s crazy where inspiration takes you!
Anyway, I just wanted to share. I’m going to go back in my hole now to keep writing!