The majority of my colleagues were away at a conference earlier this week, so I took advantage of the quiet time at work and finally picked up my WIP again. It was tough, but I managed to write about 1,000 more words, just barely surpassing the 21,000 word mark. And then it happened: The first major snag appeared.
I have a detailed outline of where The Glassmaker’s Wife is heading. I’ve developed the backgrounds of all my character. I can tell you when they were born, their views toward Prohibition, their happy or terrible childhoods, and way more. The story was coming together so perfectly! But it just had to come crashing down when I realized that my main character’s actions made no sense with the history I gave her. I sat at my desk whispering profanities under my breath as I panicked, battling with myself on how to resolve the problem:
“It can work,” I reassured myself. “I don’t want to re-write all this shit.”
“No, it can’t work. Eva is a complete idiot if she falls for this man after everything that happened to her. You don’t want your readers thinking that in the first 20% of the novel. Something needs to change.”
“Fine, but I can’t change what Henry does. It’s vital to the plot.”
“Then you have to change Eva’s childhood history.”
And that’s what I did. It wasn’t fun. I had to find a new background for her. Now she has a new sibling, and her parents are completely different than what I originally wrote. I had to cut out a scene and a character that I loved. I changed the way she met her husband, which changes how she interacts with her husband going forward. To be honest, I’m still not 100% sure if this is going to work. But I am glad that I discovered this problem at 20,000 words rather than 100,000 words.
So that’s my lesson for today: You may want to be a plotter, but your characters will grow lives of their own and screw everything up.
P.S. I don’t usually have conversations with myself . . .