Tonight is the first time my writing group meets without me (thanks to circumstances involving my impending surgery), so I’m singing the writing woes blues.
Yes, I’m writing in a way. I’m blogging consistently, but every single day, I think about Maeve and how I’m letting her down by not giving her a decent storyline. I love my characters, I love my setting, I love the Big Thing that happens to Maeve halfway through Book One that changes the course of her life, but I. Hate. My. Plot. Or, more accurately, I hate the lack of it.
I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month, but I already feel defeated. I have four books in the Maeve Sawyer series that try to follow some type of narrative, but I’m fast running out of ways to keep Maeve occupied whilst I figure out exactly what she’s supposed to be doing. I’m trying for Jim Butcher meets Janet Evanovich, but at the moment I’m feeling shades of E L James (without the inexplicable success) instead.
Any suggestions for coming up with an amazing plot would be greatly appreciated (yes, I know the answer is essentially Butt In Chair, but it’s hard to reason with my muse when she gets whiny). Also, if you’re planning to NaNo, be sure to shout out (since misery loves company).
In the meantime, if anyone is looking for me, I’ll be staring up at the trees, hoping for a figurative bolt of lightning to strike. Okay, who am I kidding – I’d take the real thing, if it sparked an idea. *grin*