Other writers can relate, I know. To that moment when your book turns on you. And changes itself without your permission.
In my first novel in the “For the Love of Music” series, that definitely happened. One character left during the rough draft unexpected to ever surface again. But then he returned in the second draft and never left my side.
In the very first book I ever wrote (unpublished and still unedited it, darn it all!), something similar happened. A character I intended to kill off for the better of the book didn’t die. Instead, his brother jumped in the way and took the bullet. Stupid keyboard. I kept trying to type the correct name, but the other name came out instead. Time after time after time. Grr. My favorite character ever died, thanks to you, you stupid, stupid keyboard.
And a book I began crafting when I was about 17 did that to me last night. I had a beautiful ending in mind. I knew where the story would go as I continued roughing the first draft. But, darn it all, the ending took a turn and surprised me. Now, a different book doesn’t exist at all.
And then two books talked me out of including them in the “For the Love of Music” series. They begged me to make them stand alone books instead. And I finally agreed. Just to get them to shut up, sure, but, we’re probably all better off that way. At they are still around somewhere, so we didn’t really lose anything. Right?
And, yet another surprise, my novels also talked me into writing a different one altogether than was suggested before. NaNoWriMo will produce another rough draft of one of the books from “For the Love of Music” series. Not “Little Miss Priss,” but a different one whose idea was birthed this week.
You books need to stop conspiring against me, at least for a week or two. Maybe wait until after NaNoWriMo? But, no, no. That won’t happen. That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?