Back in April, I wrote about how I was struggling with starting a new fiction story. To my surprise, I have stuck with that story, the storyline, and its characters. I have the entire story planned out, chapter by chapter, and I’m only seven chapters in.
I wrote the 95,000 word story I finished in January in 10 months, so it’s safe to say I spent a lot of time on that one. But I wrote most of it during last fall and winter, when I stayed inside and needed a change from writing academic papers.
Now I’m finding myself struggling to write the story I’m working on now. I like the characters, and I’m still in the stage of figuring out who they are, what their quirks are, etc. I’ve been taking funny stories from my life, podcasts, and pop culture to include, and I like the overall path I have planned out.
I just can’t seem to find the time, and I feel bad. By no means is there any deadline for me to meet, which is good, but also would maybe kick my butt into gear. But it takes time to structure a story and make sure everything makes sense and lines up.
I have a few questions about my characters swirling around in my head, and I find myself putting myself in their shoes, trying to figure out how I’d react or what I’d say in a situation. The other issue I’m encountering is that some of the ideas I have for this story are a little similar to the one that I finished. And I want them to be separate, because they are separate stories with different characters and different settings. But they both follow roughly the same path as most contemporary romances do, so some of the stuff might be similar. That’s why I’m trying to make the characters different and unique in their own ways.
It doesn’t help that I already changed the main character’s name seven chapters in and I might get rid of her sister—like remove her from the story—but not 100% sure. Plus I might change a few things about the other characters. I guess it’s not as bad as in my other story when I did a complete story re-write six chapters in. I just like to torture myself, apparently.
Every once in a while, I get on a kick where I can write a section of a chapter, but for the most part, I feel like it’s collecting dust in my Google drive. Maybe once fall comes and I’m not as busy I can spend more time writing it. I know I can’t pressure myself into writing it, but I also have to stick with it. Because, who knows if I have a New York Times bestseller on my hands.