Is there anything worse than Chapter Three?
I hate chapter three. It’s the bane of my existence. (Well, unless I’m working on the synopsis or the blurb or the cover art form, then they are. Or the first line. Or the last line.) Chapter three’s where the initial burst of inspiration starts wearing off and I actually have to start planning/plotting/figuring out what the hell’s going on and where the hell it’s supposed to end up—and when it’s a partial it better end up in a kick-ass place. For me, that’s where the creative fun fades and the hard work part really begins.
Plus much mental time is being spent on figuring out the ending, which is immensely helpful in the writing of the synopsis, no? I haven’t found my call-back point yet, and that worries me. Usually it’s in chapter one. Or maybe it’s there and I haven’t recognized it yet. I don’t know.
I feel like I’m trying to write my way out of a paper bag right now, and some smart-ass duct-taped the opening closed. But…back to it I go.