I wrapped up book 8 of my proposed 9 book series and am taking a break by writing another mystery.
I've been toying with the Beauty/Beast idea for a long time, and I finally got it percolated to the point I had the makings of a plot. I had my Beast (a woman injured that left her disfigured) and a hero. My original hero was her boyfriend from long ago who left her after the attack for reasons that made sense to me.
I started working on the backstory, most of which appears in snippets throughout the entire book, sprinkled here and there. But I like to get the backstory down so I have a good idea of who these characters are.
No matter what I did, I just couldn't make that guy into my hero. I could see how he would be the hero, but somehow it just didn't feel right. As soon as I cast him as the not-hero, or the maybe-hero, it felt right. Enter another guy who could really be the hero. Now *he* made sense to me. I could hear him and her talking in my head, I saw him interacting with the old man in the story, I visualized him working alongside the heroine.
Okay. So now I've got 2 guys in her life. When I'm thinking about my books, I either go for a drive or take a walk. I did both in this case: drove to a nearby town and went on the Parade of Homes (none of which will ever figure in a book I write because who the hell lives in those showplaces, I'd like to know. White carpeting? Seriously?)
But I got in a lot of walking and driving and by the time I came home, I knew who was who, who would be the bad guy, who would be the good guy, and what defined each as that.
Sometimes those characters just won't shape themselves into the mold we want. That's when it's time to step back and rethink and realize that maybe, subconsciously, we truly do know what's right.
Back to #amwriting!