cross-posted from http://blog.cherylreneeherbsman.com
And so I backtracked...big time. I quit trying to tell the story. And I went back to listening. Because that's what I do when I write. When I was a kid, I never felt like I had a good imagination. And I still don't. But my characters do. That's why I have to let them tell the story. They do a much better job than I ever could. On this one, I'm having to earn back my character's trust. I tried to tell her story without listening to her and basically, she was pissed. And so now, little by little, she's letting me get to know her, telling me her true story, with all the depth and richness I could not possibly think up.
It's been a good lesson. A difficult and painful one, but good nonetheless. I won't try to tell my characters' stories without them again. I just listen and wait and serve as their pen and feel honored to be chosen to hear their stories.