Anna and her story of retribution will not leave me in peace. In my last entry, I finally acknowledged her incessant chatter as something that will not cease until I’ve made good on my promise to give her the story she deserves.
Yesterday, I dusted off the binder that holds Retribution’s character sketches, rough outline and 154 pages of completed scenes and chapters. At the suggestion of my friend over at Word Flows, I set about to figure out what worked and what didn’t. Within minutes, I had my answer – the inciting incident in Anna’s childhood, the timing and manner of her father’s death, the impact that these events have on her motivation and the timeline of the story doesn’t work. In short, its entire foundation is faulty.
On the surface, it really does appear that this story is a lost cause and deserving of the recycling bin. However, Anna is a character that has evolved from a two-dimensional idea on paper into this larger than life presence that is my constant companion. Anna is more tangible than ever to me, and I find that abandoning her would be like walking away from my child. I guess, in a sense, she is my child. I have given birth to her, nurtured her, molded her. How can I possibly walk away now?
So, with that established and the problem identified, the question now is what to do about it?
I think the answer is quite simple.
I must start over.