It’s a novel, the first of a trilogy. I’ve been working on it for about three years now, and so far have only gotten the first draft done. That and endless months of plotting. I think the reason it’s taking so long is because although I’m writing one book, I’m plotting three. Everything has to flow and connect. It needs time to take shape, and I have no intentions of rushing it.
I would tell you what it’s about, but the plot keeps changing. Every time I think I have it all charted out, I slip into another plot hole. I try to patch those up as they come along – and they come often, sometimes uprooting the whole foundation of the story. At times I wish I could just overlook them, but I don’t think I have it in me. If, in the end, there any gaps, I want to be oblivious to them. As long as I can’t see them, I can move on. But if I spot them, I have to pull the reigns.
What I know for sure, though, is that it’s about a boy, a woman, and a tree – a big tree. The boy has a good heart and the woman good eyes. The tree is sick, so they have to try to heal it. I don’t know if they succeed yet, but I’m off to find out.
See you soon.