Last week, I reached that point (once again) in my rewrite of my new novel where the story seemed to die. It was frustrating, being at that point again, and so Monday and Tuesday of last week were very dark days, where I contemplated putting my head in the microwave. On Wednesday, though, I had a sort of revelation: if you’re having so much trouble writing the story forwards, why not try writing the story backwards.
Dna os tahw I did saw siht:
I’d already written an ending to the novel, that I knew needed to be modified, so I went ahead and rewrote the last chapter. This worked so well, and felt so right, that I rewrote the second to last chapter, and the third, and the fourth. In the course of Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I rewrote 100 pages.
I’m pretty excited. At this point, I might actually have a workable draft before Xmas, and can get it into the hands of a few editors for the holidays…