Recently, the storyline of the chapter book I've been writing hooked a sharp left turn. Suddenly, it went from sweet and nostalgic, inspired by my own childhood experiences, to suspenseful and mysterious. Now it has nothing at all to do with me or my personal experiences.
I love the direction the story has taken. In this case, fiction is more realistic than real life — or at least it's more interesting.
My original concept would be a much easier story to write — it's straight forward, simple, cute. But this new direction is much more fun. I've actually scared myself a couple times, sitting here writing with my hairs standing on end. I'm trying to figure out a way to mesh the two stories together, but honestly, I'm afraid that doing so might weaken both concepts.
I have no idea what I'm going to do now, except that I'm not going to worry about it. Just gonna keep writing, even if it ends up being a mishmash of two different stories.
I want to finish the first draft so that I'll have time to do some revision before our SCBWI spring conference in 2008.
Writing is a very frustrating thing (for me). I've submitted three more chapters to my critique partners. They've already read three chapters from before my story changed. I'm looking forward to their feedback on this new direction.