Easter Rain

It rained this morning, Easter morning.

And I am writing. I mulled and stewed and stirred some ideas around yesterday, and have a direction for the new beginning to the novel. Not sure if it's any good yet, but it's more focused on the topic rather than the dark character sketches that began the first draft.

Thinking about the journeys that these characters undertake, eliminating some of the business, MAYBE even eliminating one of the characters... I still don't know where she fits in. She'll tell me, I guess.

(After composing this and editing it, I realized that Marge and Mike know each other, and are very similar. So... indeed Marge did tell me who she is and where she fits in.)

It is definitely a good thing to completely shut out the world - no TV, no radio, no talking, no phones. My stomach is growling though, and I'll have to go into the kitchen. Dishes, Easter eggs to dye and food preparation await, and I'll probably get sucked into my day.

But I'm back to liking my characters again. One of them is very dark but compulsive in his desire to help people. He's killing himself with that, but he helps people. So I have to cling to that in order to get myself into his head.

Makes me wonder what murder mystery writers do about their evil murdering characters. Do they create some unpublished backstory for them that makes it bearable to write about unspeakable things?

As the dog snores here close to me, I might write another 500 words before my stomach completely takes me over.