Okay, so I've been working on this story since I was nine. I'm fourteen now. That's five years. Five years is a long time. (Or it seems so to me.)
And no, I have not been 'thinking' about it for 5 yr.s I've been working on it. See, the thing about me is I can't write a story starting at the beginning and ending at the end. I need to know the entire story before I can write it. 'Cause when I write, I write looking forward.
So I've been working on this story for five years, and now I want to write. But I can't. Bummer.
I have got to learn the rest first. (For some reason when I make up stories it feels like I'm remembering them. Anyone else?)
So a couple nights ago I was lying on my bed (it was hot) and trying to figure out why I was having a hard time with my story. I tried comparing it to real life.
And I decided that it was the characters that were my problem. Now, I'm very proud of my characters. They're real (not really real). But I thought about it.
The way I think is by asking questions. -And then answering them.
So. There were two things I found.
1) My characters don't live looking forward. And because they're like me (I am their mommy after all) that's stalling them. B.T.W., they do think looking forward; but they're thinking about the present situation. They hope, but only because of what's happening in the moment. They need to live looking forward. Like real people do.
2) Snap! I can't remember. Okay, shucks, that's pathetic. Next time. Maybe. I hope.