Nothing to do with the wonderous work by Stephen King about the craft he has earned his living with, but about my inadequacies in the same.
After almost two years I went back to books that were hidden away in a sub folder in a folder. I hadn’t looked at them, hadn’t even thought about them in all that time.
I pulled one out at random, opened it, quickly updated the Scrivener thingy and started to read it.
22000 words already completed, I had a vague idea in my head of the plot so I put the document in “manuscript mode” and read the lot.
Why is he going to France?
It makes sense in my head that there would be a scene or two in France, I know it well and can write easily about it. But I cant see at all what I had in my head almost two years ago to cause my main character to go to France.
As much as I searched in the dimmest recesses of my mind, there didnt seem to be a logical plot link to send him abroad. Hmmm, looks like there’s a few thousand words that I’ve written for nothing.
Onwards and upwards.