This is a picture of Fort Ridgely on the north side of the Minnesota River. The burning buildings are from an Indian attack. It is what's coming up next in Drums of the North Star.
Yesterday, I got to put in a solid two hours on the manuscript and have now plowed through the first 45 pages of writing. I felt as if I was gaining momentum as I wrote. This seems to be my M.O. It takes me thirty or forty pages to get my feet under me and find my direction.
My husband says it's because when I start a book, I have so many options I don't know which ones to choose. But as I begin whittling away at those choices and narrowing them down, the story becomes more focused and the action follows a more restricted framework. The characters must behave in ways consistent with past behavior, and the action is determined farther in advance. It is easier to see which way I'm supposed to go because I can see some of where I've been.
Yesterday felt so productive. Errands run, school taught, laundry done, words written...I was on top of my game. Until I realized at 10 pm that I'd forgotten my daughter's 8 am orthodontist's appt. Blah.