So far, I’ve got my germ of an idea and some characters. I’ve also got some character motivations, but as to what motivated those motivations, I’m still unsure.
I’ve mapped out a simple backstory and that is a problem because it’s a complex idea. And I came up with a working title…and then came up with seven or eight more. I’ve got a prologue and either chapter one or some other chapter written.
Basically, I’m writing this like an improv at a comedy theater – trying to be a hit or at least not get booed off the stage. Even worse, I’ve no prepared material; I’m just winging it.
I have no idea where I’m going with the story, though I feel comfortable with my lead character. I haven’t decided whether he’s a hero or a victim, either.
All of this makes me either extremely comfortable or terribly nervous. Or both.
There have been writing efforts I’ve constructed like this before. I work on whatever piece of the tale that comes to me and either assemble the pieces into a whole or reassemble them into some sort of order.
As such, there’s no pressure and there’s intense impatience. It’s all part of the no plan.