It’s been three months since I started working on my book.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit stuck. Not completely lost, but not sure if I’m actually moving forward either. It feels like I’m somewhere in between. Still thinking, still trying, but not quite getting out of this hole.
Right now, I’m reading Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, mostly paying attentions to the relationship between Anakin and Padmé. I’ve been trying to understand how connections between characters are built, how they evolve, and what makes them feel real.
And it’s harder than I thought.
The story I originally planned has already changed so much. My main character, Sam, is slowly becoming someone different. Even the person she was supposed to end up with…isn’t the same anymore.
What’s strange is that she’s been appearing in my dreams lately, almost like she’s bringing new pieces of the story with her. New directions and new questions.
I think that’s what makes this process both exciting and frustrating at the same time.
I thought I had a clear idea of where the story was going. But now it feels like the story has its own direction.
And I’m just trying to keep up with it. Maybe that’s part of writing too.