Yesterday, I mapped out the entire novel. Thank God! Yes, there are still tons of holes that need to be filled, but the basic blueprint is there.
I’m not naive enough to think that scenes won’t change. I’ve written enough feature articles and creative non-fiction to know that sentences and sentiments change right up until the minute you press “send.” But at least I have an outline to work within and feel that my work is purposeful again, like it was when I first began writing Baby Grand last year.
More good news: I think I solved my epilogue dilemma, figured out a way to end the novel the way I wanted without having to relate the events in epilogue style. It came to me while I was in my car driving to Waldbaum’s yesterday to pick up something for dinner. (Frustrated with writing, I tend to head to my two favorite places to think: the shower or the car.) I literally screamed for joy. Years ago, a sudden outburst in a car sitting at a traffic light would have aroused curiosity, but nowadays, with blue tooth and other hands-free driving devices so ubiquitous, drivers think nothing of those of us sitting in a car alone and talking, laughing or screaming to themselves. Kind of scary, actually…
Yes, yesterday was a good writing day. Let’s hope I can keep the momentum going.