So, yeah, I’m writing this book.
I know the whole over-arching plot pretty well at this point, and I’d like to say this current draft is 3/4’s done. Some personal issues kept me from writing for the last 5 days, but things are better now.
I looked at my outline and said, “Well, fuck. I don’t feel like writing action right now, and there’s at least three, increasingly brutal superhuman fight scenes left in this thing.”
And writing the interspersed “calm before the storm, move the exposition along” parts would be sketchy at best, without knowing the specifics of what had happened moments earlier.
I looked over my notes, and decided to write the last scene (maybe) of the book. The part that at least ties off the vital threads of the story, and opens up the premise of the sequel without being too jarringly obvious.
So, a few thousand words later and some vivid recollections of the hospital I spent a chunk of the last week in, I have successfully channeled a surprising conversation between a Nick Fury analogue and my villainous protagonist. And now I have some clearer thoughts about what to touch on, and what events to create in the rest of the book.
The reason I say “maybe” that’s the last scene, is because I developed a character I truly love–but he’s dying. And I kind of want to give him the sendoff he deserves. Dr. Krudoff, AKA Doctor Terror, scourge of the Golden Age of heroes… may have one last evil plot left in him. And I think it’s perfect. Time will tell if my editor and beta readers agree with me.