It’s been an interesting week. Monday’s always get off to a good start with a Qi Gong session, which usually sets me up for the rest of the week, but I was nursing a sore throat. The perfect excuse to binge-watch a season of Game of Thrones.
The highlight of my week was my first-born novel being emailed back to me on Tuesday after an edit. The feedback it came with is not only incredibly helpful but it gave me the wake-up call I needed. It’s like I have been writing blindfolded.
Three years ago, I started with an idea that had been in my head for twenty-five years. No plan, no plot, just an idea and I gave myself free rein to let the story unfold in any direction. As I was seeing life from a more mature perspective, the idea took another turn when I became all consumed with my main character’s backstory.
Since then, if somebody asks me what the book is about, I give them the peripheral version, focussing on the main character’s life in the present time and bypassing the backstory altogether. It is also evident the endless versions of the synopsis I have written.
I’m not sure how or why I allowed myself to become so blinkered, but I only needed one person to point out that ⅔ of my first-born novel is bogged down with backstory. So it’s time to re-write with the blindfolds off.