I confess. I am a Plotter. I plan and plan and plan…
My excuse is my two design degrees, because designers are ALL about control.
But, whatever the reason, even with all of my planning, I am finding that there are still a lot of surprises when writing fiction. In the end, I am confident that the story will be improved, but it still throws me when it happens.
Today, I was working on the first book in my Tales of Trio Menage Romance series. The heroes are a pair of brothers — Jamie and Ben. They are fraternal twins, which is fine. They are both hunky, nice guys (cuz I prefer nice guys) but boy, oh boy, Ben is turning out to have a mind of his own.
First off, I named him Davy. Nope, it turned out that his name was Ben. OK, I can be flexible. If it’s that important to him… so, I changed his name.
Today, I was working on a big scene in the middle of the book. Ben suddenly took offense and stalked off. If he weren’t such a hunk, I’d say that he flounced, but, truly… he stalked.
At this point I have NO idea what’s going to happen. I think I’ll still have a menage, but I’m still not sure how. Merry, the heroine was a class act. I was really proud of her.
Meanwhile, I have skipped ahead a couple of scenes until Ben get his head out of his you know what and tells me what he wants to do.