OK so I’m writing this fantasy story, right? And it’s cruising along, I’m doing great; everything is going great. It’s really flowing.
(Recently we discussed ways to be extra productive HERE)
And I had – very early on – I thought: what’s a fantasy? You want to have a castle and a prince and a knight in shining armor… a witch and a sorcerer…
And I thought, oh! Maybe a dragon!
So, time goes by and I’m 60,000 words into it now. I have the romance angle for the story and I have all these great plot twists, and I mentioned to my Critique Partner (yes, it was Allison) that when they go to burn the witch at the stake, she’s going to turn into a dragon and fly way.
Great right? Plot twist! Who’d see that coming?
I even set it up with a talk about The Inquisition and how they used to burn witches and sorcerers at the stake but that it was BS, that they really just burned dissidents at the stake and uppity folks; heretics and women who could read. Heck, they pretty much burned anybody at the stake. If they were bored on a Friday night, they’d be like, “Hey, yonder cometh Silas; friend, who can we burn?” And Silas was all like, “Ye know what? Nathan hath been bugging me lately…”
It’s how they rolled.
So I thought great, we will have a scene where a witch goes to get burned at the stake and instead she conjures up a magic spell and turns into a dragon and flies away.
Now, I am all set. Plotter. I got my Dragon subplot. I got everything.
I mention this to my critique partner who says, “Well you may lose some people there, with that turning into a dragon thing.” (Again, it was Allison. There’s a dragon in her story – that new Drake And The Fliers thing. She gets to keep her dragon, but I don’t get to keep mine.)
But she is a trusted CP so when she said having people suddenly turn into dragons was not consistent with the world I’d created in my story, I thought: Hmm…
So I mentioned the idea to my wife. “At the last second, as the witch is getting burned at the stake, she turns into a dragon and torches her torchers!”
My wife scrunched up her nose – you know, she gave me that look, the wife look.
And I thought: Hmm…
So… maybe nobody turns into a dragon in my story.
And then what?
And then nothing, because I was gonna have this whole part where they chase the dragon and hunt it down… and now I don’t have a dragon. I was gonna have like 30,000 more words in the story, but now that it’s dragon-free, it’s…. it’s…
It’s almost finished.
Because there’s no goddamn Dragon.
(Well, there is, but it gets messed up, and, well, I don’t want to give too much away, but they probably burn somebody at the stake over it.)
So, no dance, no Dragon, no extra 30,000 words in my story.
And like I said, that means it’s basically almost finished. Which means if I was smart I would jump on that horse and ride and finish the story.
So I won’t be around that much this week because I’m gonna jump on that horse and ride and finish the story!
Wish me luck.
Actually, wish me a dragon. I really liked the Dragon part.