I’m re-writing Book #1 right now. A few of my beta readers told me the meat on the bone is missing. So, I’m adding the muscle right now, doing some “body pump”, some “jogging”, “swimming”… Hopefully the body will be in good shape once the second draft is finished. In any case, in one of these new muscle-building chapters, my main character encounters a person who she already met at the beginning of the book (that part I wrote new as well). As they approached each other, I thought I had a pretty good idea of what they were going to talk about, because there is one main information important for the story that I wanted to reveal. But, as they start talking, the conversation takes a completely different direction. It was over really fast – only 500 words – and it became extremely hostile. I did not expect that at all!
Now that I think of it, it kind of makes sense. Regardless, I need to reveal the important information at some point later on. It simply didn’t find its way out in this particular dialog.
But this brings me to the topic of why I really love writing. More often then not it happens that in my story things develop in a way I didn’t expect.
And that is just wonderful!
It’s a real thrill for me to discover what’s going to happen next in my book. It’s a part that I probably love most in writing. And the best part (I hope, we‘ll see when it gets out) is that if I don‘t know exactly what’s going to happen, it‘s very likely my readers won‘t be able to anticipate it either.