Ten days ago, I sat down and made a plan for the rest of my faerie story since my current plan of Whenever there is an issue, I’ll just say magic and pretend it isn’t an issue at all wasn’t working as well as I had hoped. I made a plan to the next sticking point, which could also be a good stopping point for making this into more than one story (trilogy for three, I don’t know what the word is for two, doubligy? It is not very likely I can stretch this story further than two books, but I don’t know an appropriate word for a two-book series. It’s probably obvious and I’ve just gotten stupider and forgotten it).
I used to never bother with plans for stories. I am not a very good planner when it comes to writing. For short stories, this works out well. I usually have only one thing: a sentence or a thought or a picture and that’s enough to get 2500 words out and it all works it’s way out along the way. Usually, the times I do try to plan a short story, it doesn’t work and the characters all revolt and go off and do their own things, and then I get mad at myself for wasting time. But my faerie people have seemed to go along, following the master plan, so far. Maybe because I’ve been spending time with them on-and-off since April and they trust me. It lacks some spontaneity, but I’ve done work every day since making my plan, so I’ve got to give it that. Although I can hear my high school English teachers cackling in the background at me. All those years of having to hand in pre-essay outlines (that, of course I wrote up after I wrote my essay) have finally started to work.
So yay faerie story still in ascension as Come From Away descends some more. Tomorrow I’ll work on that instead and be miserable. But for today, magic wins.