I knew in my heart that something wasn’t right. My inner editor was whispering to me. Only I had no idea what the problem was.
So I set off over the cliffs to mull things over.
There’s nothing like a blast of salt spray air on your face, the running tide and the blustering wind to make everything clear.
And as I watched the whitecaps rush in and crash against the rocks it hit me.
Not my main character’s motivation. His motives have always been quite clear, but that of one of my minor characters.
And as I worked out what was driving her, the whole thing fell into place – suddenly the plot had a structure that until now it lacked.
My inner editor can sit back (for now). But my work has just begun - this WIP needs some serious editing.