When I finished Crown of Eldrete, I immediately started the sequel, like the next day “immediately”. Twelve thousand words into it, I realized I’d started in the wrong spot and needed to cut the first ten thousand words. That was painful. Since then, nearly two years ago, I haven’t been able to get any idea how to write the bit that I knew happened next.
Then a few days ago it hit me: The reason it wouldn’t come together was because the entire fucking plot hinges on someone being out of character.
So, I’ll be scrapping the whole fucking thing and starting over . . . some time after I finish the novel I’m editing, the two I’m writing, and the short story collections I’m working on, that is.