Don't you hate it when your characters get pissy with you? I started out to write a small tale of an old woman confessing her shameful moment of infidelity. When I found that the story was running way too long, I decided to break it up into chapters. I thought maybe 8000 words would be good place to end the first installment, but these ungrateful characters were having no part of that! They whined and complained that I had to let them end Act I with a consumation. After 10500 words I thought they would be satisfied, but NO. The horny little ingrates wanted to keep going. This time, I put my foot down and hosed them off.
Whatever happened to the notion that the writer was the one who was in control of a story? I'm getting tired of being bossed around by figments of my imagination. I'm seriously considering adding a giant scary monster to the second chapter and letting it eat them alive. That'll show 'em!
Whatever happened to the notion that the writer was the one who was in control of a story? I'm getting tired of being bossed around by figments of my imagination. I'm seriously considering adding a giant scary monster to the second chapter and letting it eat them alive. That'll show 'em!
The best I've ever managed was to guide the characters in the general direction that I want them to go. 
