Suddenly my story has veered off into the bushes. I’m surprisingly happy about it. (And that has nothing to do with how close I was to the end of the story I’d envisioned, and how much I’d miss those guys once I was done!)
No, I’ve realized that this is where my story was meant to go. When I plotted it out, I didn’t see the whole picture, and so my focus was too small. I re-did my elements yesterday, and I’m delighted. More depth, more truth, more drama (more length…)
It’s not changing horses in midstream. It’s discovering when the water washes the mud off, that I’m not on the horse I thought I was. Go with the flow…