B: That flabby saggy part of me that desperately needs a plastic surgeon’s care.
C: The nonexistent part of my current book that desperately needs an author’s care — and at the moment, I’m pretty sure I’m not that author.
All the answers are correct — though we’ll ignore B right now, thank you very much — but I’m going for C today. I’ve written the first chapter and a half of the new book. I know my hero and heroine. I’ve got the suspense and tension and attraction and emotion. I’ve started the synopsis, and I have the beginning nailed. I have the ending nailed.
I just don’t have a clue how to get from beginning to end.
It’s not a huge deal. I go through this with probably half my books. It’s just crazy-making, which is why I talk to myself a whole lot these days. Ironing out all those little details, weaving in clues and red herrings, making sure there’s enough action, ramping up the tension, figuring out where the relationship should be at any specific time in the book . . .
Sometimes I actually include all those things in the synopsis. Sometimes I gloss over a lot of it, giving just enough info for my editor, bless her long-suffering heart, to give the okay. But either way, at some point I have to know what’s going on, and with a suspense, it’s always better to know sooner rather than later — especially given how much I hate revisions. It’s no fun to get two-thirds of the way through a book only to find out that your plot can’t work or can’t be tied up in the remaining third.
Too bad it’s Friday. If it were Wednesday, I could take a break and go watch The Middle.