A Dilemma. A Crisis?
I’m a prude. I really am. For all that I write the dirty stuff, I’m kinda all soft and pink on the inside.
I say that to say, I’ve been having problems with my WIP. Haven’t written more than 500 hundred words in days because something wasn’t working. It happens sometimes and I know not to force it, not to push it. I let the characters do what they do. I follow their lead.
Till Betrayal is PSC four. It’s Remi’s book, and if you’ve read two and three you know she’s mated to Czion. I’m not giving anything away when I say that. You should also know that at the end of Till Surrender, Remi’s plane crashed. I’ve been having problems getting past a certain point, because someone else is in Remi’s bed and it’s not Czion. I walked away from that’s scene and let it sort of sit. But I still got no clues as to how to get past it. I thought about just deleting it, but see, I can’t. Everything I write is vital to the story. I’m not one of those people who delete stuff after it’s written. If it’s written, it’s because it’s necessary to the story. So if we’re working under that presumption, why in the hell is there a man in Remi’s bed who is not supposed to be there?
I couldn’t take it anymore so I did what I usually do when I’m stuck, I washed dishes. I took all the fancy shit down from the cupboards, stuff we’ve never used, and I just started washing dishes. Silence except for the running of the water. And it came to me.
I mean that fucker just popped into my head. I had to walk away from the sink and sit. And cry. I rejected it. Flat out. I let it marinate.
Then I did what I seldom do, I sat the man down and I spoke to him about it. About why I rejected what the characters showed me, about my fears regarding your response to it, about my own personal take on it. Mr. A has a degree in psychology, and he’s awesome at listening and doling out advice. I needed it so bad, guys. He held my hand and I told him where the story was headed.
It’s not a big deal. Shouldn’t be. But I’m not a big fan of ménage. I recently started reading it, one because one of my betas, an awesome author, wrote one that I had to beta. Then as I began editing professionally, I began reading them because I had to get acquainted with them. I’m not against them, they just haven’t been my cuppa, just as m/f don’t do it for some of you and the same for m/m. I don’t know what happened, but it appears I tried to make the characters fit into what I think the story should be, and they’re not having it.
The man tells me to let the characters do what they do. This I know. He tells me not to be afraid to expand beyond what’s safe for me. But I worry. I worry about this. I worry about stepping into new territory, I worry I’ll alienate some of my readers, same as I did when I began writing m/m.
What are your thoughts, Gang?
It’s MMF, by the way, if that makes a dif.