Anything can happen

I started chapter 2 of the latest Fifties Chix book (Back to Basics) kicking and screaming (note my previous post). I wrote it, as I promised, and then grudgingly went on to chapter 3. I also cleaned out a closet, cleaned the kitchen, and cleaned my studio if that gives you any indication of how excited I was to sit down and write.

I kept having this conversation with myself:

Me: "I don't want to write it. The first book is so good. There's nowhere to go but down and you'll [I'll] ruin the series."

Me: "No, this one is going to be even better! Remember, write what you want to read!"

Me: "But the whole series is outlined. It will be boring to write."

Me: "Are you kidding me [Am I kidding me]? Anything can happen. An outline is just a 2-D map, totally different than taking the actual road trip. Anything can happen on the journey!"

I finally won out and made a point, no matter how much I resisted, to sit down and write Fifties Chix for at least four hours a day, no matter what. It was exhilarating! I met new characters that I didn't even know would surface, I found out amazing things about characters I already thought I knew everything about! Some plot twists came to light that don't lead away from the outline, instead it is just like taking the scenic route (and we know it's all about the journey, not the destination). When I let myself accept that anything can happen (because I know it's all only good), the resistance faded. I have spent the last two days positively g.i.d.d.y. . . . and now it's today's block of time to write and I'm so excited to see what will happen. Because anything can . . . and it will be wonderful.

Chapter five, here I come!