Okay, a little update about Wilson Mooney, 18 at Last; so
you just don’t think I’ve totally forgotten about my loyal readers (who are
waiting so patiently for Wilson Mooney, 18 at Last). Some of you may know I’ve
been tied up with life happening around me. And for some reason, life has
decided to happen more than I expected.
BUT, I can honestly say, I believe I am 3/4 of the way
through writing the book. In being 3/4 of the way through…I’ve found myself trying
to understand how Max really feels about things. And by things, I mean…Wilson, sex,
relationships, his job, her education, friends, family, and well, basically
everything that is going on in his life.
It’s easy to see and learn about Wilson, she is the one
telling the story. But for Max, getting him to come across the way I want him
to, seemed to be a bit of a job. Is he pensive, happy, lustful, excited, mad,
scared or downright moody? Does he come across too weak, too strong, or not
caring enough?
Long story short, I did a little exercise yesterday and
wrote a very small (back-story) scene from Max’s perspective. I wanted to see
if I could write what I thought was in Max’s head. It gave me some clarity; I
could see where I needed to tighten up his character and where I totally
connected with him. Suddenly, I could feel him and who he was.
Maybe someday, when the second book is published, I will
post some of my back-story creative writing; but until then, thank you for
being patient and waiting for Wilson Mooney, Eighteen at Last!
Okay, I don't foresee a laundry mat scene between Max and Wilson~but it's still all good!
