It’s no trouble, talking Cindy into going to dinner with me. She is unerringly lovely, probably the prettiest girl in all of L.A.. Slender, small, with dark hair and those piercing brown eyes, and the kind of smile that makes a man want to give in and be reckless.
That’s followed by about 2000 words describing exactly how difficult it is for the protagonist to talk Cindy into going to dinner with him, and nothing’s been resolved yet. I haven’t even got them near a restaurant.
This is a side project, so I decided to refocus and start on the sequel to the original story that spawned this one-off threatening to spiral out of control. I started writing, devised the rough outline (phew!) and then scrapped everything I’d written because I wanted the story to begin at a more active and crucial spot. Managed the first awkward draft of the first awkward-by-necessity chapter, and then when I started working on the second chapter… bingo. A minor character from the first book showed up and shoved the book in the right direction. FLOW! He was even gracious enough to make it work with my outline. I love it when writing takes me to unexpected places.
I know I won’t keep up the same writing pace I had in November, but I’m on my way.