Some people say that the first line of your book (and progressively that of every chapter) is the hardest to write. As true as that is, I've ensured that every 'first line' I write has already been worked and re-worked upon many times in my head before, but somehow it's not unusual to find yourself stuck in the middle.. with a perfect beginning and a perfect end -referring to a chapter here- and this past week that is all I've had on my mind. How will my characters meet? What would he be thinking of when he's sitting in that cafe, reading his book and her perfume throws him into the dark abyss of memories when they spent summers cycling down the wide country roads.... Why will she choose that particular day to wear her electric blue dress to work, not realizing that she would meet that guy she fell for, in her office elevator... and he would recognize her only and only because she wore that dress. What separated them in the first place?
Not only am I having the worst case of writer's block.. I seem to have misplaced my glasses somewhere in this torrid week -yes I do have other things that keep me busy- and I wonder at how will I ever manage to fill up the days before these lovers re-unite.
And then, of course, there's chapter 2..........
Not only am I having the worst case of writer's block.. I seem to have misplaced my glasses somewhere in this torrid week -yes I do have other things that keep me busy- and I wonder at how will I ever manage to fill up the days before these lovers re-unite.
And then, of course, there's chapter 2..........