When I sent my last chapters to my CP, I wasn’t thrilled with them. They lacked something or didn’t fit. I don’t really know the reason, but I was uncomfortable. When she sent me her notes, things clicked and I knew what I had to do. Thankfully, it meant only minor changes to what I’d already written.
And then… I found myself stuck. Like a Monster Truck high centered over a semi. To this point, the journey had been relatively easy, a few bumps here and there but nothing major. As I look forward, I see the climax of my novel. It’s clear. It’s being written in my mind with ease.
There are things that need to happen between where I am and the climax. I know most of those things and am prepared to put them on the page. But for some reason, I’m teetering on this one spot.
My Monster Truck can’t get traction to move forward. There’s something missing right in front of me and I can’t see it. Just beyond that point I’m aware of the things that need to happen to lead up to the climax but this one transition, this one hunk of metal that will allow me to move forward is eluding me.
What are my options? Well, I think I’ll get out of the truck and walk around the perimeter of my story and see where the plot is failing me. Or, maybe I’m failing the plot. It’s no longer a bare bones outline; this is a living, breathing document and it’s begging me to give it a life saving medication. I just need to figure out what medicine it needs.