This week the pieces are falling into line. Last night I stayed up and wrote the skeleton of the last few pages of my book. Sure, I'm not there yet, but putting those pieces into place have cemented the picture in my head of what has to happen to get to that point.
I guess, you could say, those words are my edge pieces and I just have to fill in the middle. And I' m so close.
I've finally reached the Jamboree scene--something I've been building up to for quite a while. But, here's the kicker, I don't actually know what a paintball jamboree would entail. So, I'm still trying to puzzle that one out.
Do I want to go with a maze--like a cornfield maze with obstacles? It is the culmination of the Harvest Fest, so that would make sense. But, how big of maze would it have to be to contain 30 teenage boys with paintball guns in battle?
Do I want a military grade obstacle course? Or a maze/scavenger hunt?
And I can't not have the jamboree. It's been built up to be the climatic event and I can't just gloss over it with a couple of paragraphs. That's cheating the reader and I hate it when other authors do that.
So, that's where I am--sifting through all the same colored pieces looking for the one that will make all the others fall into line. And now, off to brainstorm a little more...
Bix count: 73,000+ words and counting