Weeks and weeks, maybe months, ago I read a blog article about “episodic” writing. I duly noted that I might be susceptible to that, since my most-frequent story-intake is television (first time in my life: Yay Hulu and SageTV!), and I created in chunks and scenes even before I watched 3 shows a season.
Then, waiting to go to sleep last night (it is so. not. fair. I don’t fall asleep instantly), I was reviewing the sequence of activities in my novel and couldn’t find my cohesive arc.
Lots of interesting happenings and character building and block-laying, but for a clear beginning-to-end….
Trying not to panic.
This could be another one of those shaping moments like finding my three strands. Maybe it’ll just make the book much shorter than it is now.
Or (this is the most scary option to me) I might have to scrap half the work and create new material to make this a marathon rather than a relay race.
I’m trying to say, I know the relay is a legitimate race, and I know the story is a good one now. But just like you’d be called a cheater if you shared the marathon with 5 other runners (You did not run a marathon!) I’m afraid this isn’t can’t be called a good novel. Yet.
Still going to finish this revision. Only three scenes left. ~ 35 pages.
Then we’ll see what can be done.