Quite simply I wanted to know what they did next. How would they react to their circumstances; tackle their problems; find solutions to allow freer, wider lives than they lived when they met.
Theirs wasn’t the first novel I’d attempted. I started somewhere around 2002 and it was probably the sixth, to be completed that is. In 2002 I’d challenged myself to write a novel simply to find out if I could write one with a beginning, a middle and an end.
We each as writers have to find our own method of attempting novels. Some plan to the nth degree and don’t deviate. I can’t do that. Though I've realised the stages in producing a novel and can separate out the crucial ones of writing and editing. Need quite different mindsets as I'll share with you.
Now I find a combination of planning and doing helpful but at the beginning I have to dive in and meet the characters so to speak. That begs the question who controls the story? I’ll leave that for another post. For now I’d say for me, I can’t tell until I begin.