If you follow my Facebook page, you may remember me mentioning that I had been putting off writing the rough draft of Book 3 of The Five Angels trilogy because I don’t want the story to end. I’m so in love with it that I was putting it off. Well I got over that and have been plugging away at it. However, I’ve hit a bit of a road block and my brain is trying to figure out how to work Megan out of her funk. She’s had a MAJOR hissy fit and pouting session (for an understandable reason), and I’m having trouble trying to get her back going again. So right now she is just moping around the castle and mouthing off to anyone and everyone who gets in her way, including CJ.
SOOOO. Since am stuck, I decided to look back at Chloe’s Ghost. You may remember that a few chapters were posted here quite awhile ago as a short story, and then it had begun to take on a life of it’s own. That was great, but then things happened and it got put on the back burner.
Now I’ve read through it, tweaked it some more, and now … I’m waking up in the middle of the night making notes to myself about what I am dreaming she is doing, who she is meeting, and what she is going through. It’s invigorating.
An outline is coming together nicely and now I’m finding myself trying to come up with names for these “people” she is meeting.
Poor Chloe. She is going to have such a different life from what she had before the accident.
Confession time regarding writing Chloe’s Ghost.
Is it wrong that I’m finding myself tipping my head back and laughing wickedly at how much I’m messing up her life? Seriously, I’m starting to wonder what’s wrong with me. Here was this girl with the perfect life, and I am going to just turn it upside down and push her into a very dark world full of all kinds of nasty things.
Does anyone else ever start to feel sorry for a character they are writing?