Writing the first draft of a novel is like opening the door to someone’s oven to smell fresh baking cookies and not knowing what type they are until the aroma unfolds and touches the sensitive neurons in your brain and makes that electric connection.
For a novel, the questions are more interesting: Who will live and who will I kill off? Will Cele grow to love the dog or take him to the pound? Will Jason take her back or will the judgmental chaplain loosen up and make a bid for her affections?
Anything is possible when you are at the controls. I love the feeling so I’m doing Camp Nanowrimo this April. How about you?