A novel is very much a living thing. It twists and squirms in your grip and you’re never quite sure where it’s going to come out.
At least this one has.
I have a beginning and an end in mind, but a character I had thought to have appear almost midway through the story has insisted she get moved to close to the beginning. More, she wants to be central to the plot.
She makes a good point. Problem is, this means that the novel won’t be finished at the end of November. With luck, I’ll finesse it past NaNo and finish it December.
Which sounds like previous years. But this feels different. Mainly because I have… a System.
More on that after NaNo.