i'm not sure who turned the lights off or what exactly happened. one day i was blogging along, happy as a clam on a cloudy day, and the next thing i know, BLAM - my blogging mind goes dark.
where'd i go, and what happened? my original intention was to take my birthday off. i was going to relax, catch up on comments, read my favorite blogs. it was supposed to be a laid-back, relaxing sort of day, and it WAS. it was a perfect birthday, and as it turned out, in more ways than one.
it began innocently enough - i was asked to write a one-page synposis of my current work-in- progress. so late on the morning of my birthday, i opened a new word-document and decided to get started. i thought of it as a fun exercise - i'm seasoned enough that the word synopsis doesn't paralyze me. it was just for a workshop, not for my agent or an editor, and so, with a song in my heart and the sun in the sky, i began to type as i've done a trillion times before.
and that's when it happened, as i was least expecting it.
an Idea occured to me - a tiny plot twist that ratchets up the tension and puts my poor main character's head in a thumb screw. the Writer in me shouted "hallelujah!".... the writer in me wailed "but this CHANGES stuff!"
ever-resistant, i felt my Self flung back and forth between the two poles of Delight and Dismay, and then, like a hapless trapeze artist who misses the cue, found myself plunged ass-over-teakettle back into the Story.
so that's where i've been... hijacked by my Muse, all the back to the beginning. i knew she was sneaky but i never expected THIS. i'm up to page 15 in the current rewrite. thank you so much to all the sweet people who took the time to check up on me either by leaving a comment here or sending me an email. i feel bad that i worried you!! next time i will leave a note... GONE WRITIN'.
and the synopsis that started it all? i thought you might enjoy the first paragraph...
Evie Alexander thinks she has the perfect life – a satisfying career, a supportive husband, great kids. When a psychic tells Evie that an old boyfriend is looking for her, it’s the last thing Evie wants to hear…especially this particular boyfriend, who wasn’t just the first boy Evie fell in love with. He’s the boy who fathered the child she bore all alone in Baltimore during her freshman year of college, and gave up for adoption, a child about whom none of her family or friends knows anything - including her mother, her husband of 25 years, her other five children and her best friend.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.