Unlike small Indian girls, there is one hurdle in my life that actually makes me cry tears of blood. I would rather poke my eye than attempt to take the book concept and find the fifteen words that encapsulate it.
The problem is, before I typed the first word I plotted the "Big Picture." This is a sound and sensible writing technique. The complication is my global view covers the two academic years of Post-16 study - the Sixth Form (Lower and Upper) - Years 12 and 13. The two years are broken into six school terms and the summer holiday in between.
With a note book in one hand and sucking on a pencil I yelled at my resident expert - (all names have been altered to protect the innocent) - my Minnow became the first Beta Reader. The phrase, "No one would say that..." was worn out during the first drafting process. She also appointed herself as the official Anti-Cheese Monitor! My book is Dairy-lite!
"Oi! Minnow? Would it take a year to trap a boy who was, basically, interested in you?"
She snorted! (Badly brought up, probably.)
"Is he seeing someone else?"
"No! What kind of a boy do you think I'm about to invent here?"
"Then, no! A week is a long time in the Sixth Form."
This was the foundation I built my story upon.
I wrote termly plans (teacher in joke) very separate - different focuses - different books. Six or seven. I let the strands wind out through Jess' life and her motivations, then Caleb's, Jess' destiny, the issues that plague sub-cultures on the edges of society, and the past. I suddenly felt very Christine Feehan!
An athletic teenager, sees the public image others present as the mask they hide behind .
She wants to be accepted and loved.
She wants Caleb to let her into his world and trust her.
But secrecy, to him, means safety when unexpected danger stalks the woodlands.
Love can overcome any obstacle if you can see the individual as they truly are and love them for themselves.
My thanks to Randy Ingermanson who's on-line advice helped me to distill, if imperfectly, my WIP.
Which part of the writing process drives you to distraction?