A couple of nights ago, I got an idea for my next novel. I hesitated to even write anything since I’m not even finished with Julius, but I had numerous scenes floating in my head that I had to get something down. So I wrote the first scene of the first chapter, which starts off with the following:
Jacob Tober shaved for the second time that Saturday.
That sentence just rung in my head over and over, and I had to write it. Will anyone be interested to read on? At this point I don’t know. I have another 500 words that follow, and they’re garbage, but that’s to be expected during the first draft phase.
Julius has gone through too many drafts. I think I am on the seventh go-round. Each revision seems to improve the story, but I am reaching the point of saturation. Don’t get me wrong, I love my characters and their exploits, but now I am a little intrigued by Jacob Tober and Sasha Powell, the story’s two lead characters.
As more scenes pop up in my head, I’ll write them down and see if I can form some sort of narrative. If all goes well, I’m sticking to three drafts, and that’s it. I think I’ve learned enough from Julius of how to cut to the chase without dragging it on and on.
Time to do some writing . . . .