I’d forgotten (again) how strange and difficult it can be to start writing a book.  I go through this every time (well, except for when I started The Forest of Hands and Teeth because that sort of came out of nowhere and was just an experiment).  And yet, every time I forget.

I’ve described writing as being a series of hallways with infinite numbers of doors.  Each time we write a word, we make a decision, we start closing those doors.  In the beginning, every possibility exists and in the end (hopefully) you look back along the course of the book and realize that there really was only one path all along.

Except that before you start writing, it’s hard to even figure out which hallway you’re in.  Where to start walking!

It’s funny for me because this is probably the first time that I’ve really had a clear picture of what I want the book to be.  I know the characters (except for the pesky detail of one of their names which is driving me insane), I know the tensions, etc.  I’ve been super excited about this book ever since I turned in the proposal.  But I feel like I’ve got this character and she’s staring at me and I’m staring at her and we’re both just trying to figure out how to dive in.

Trust me, she’s been ready to dive in for quite some time.

It’s just made me realize that when you’re in the middle of writing a story, you have the weight of all the words you’ve already written behind you.  You already have the characters set in time and place and circumstances.  For example, when I had Mary et al on the path outside the village, there were only a limited number of things that could happen to them.  But in the beginning… limitless possibilities.

And the beginning sets the course for the entire book.  The obstacles you set up now will come back around at the end, the character arc’s established, etc etc.

How do y’all approach beginnings?  Usually I’m a huge proponent of BICHOK — butt in chair, hands on keyboard — when it comes to writing.  But with beginnings… I tend to do a lot more meandering.  I have to stop distracting myself and just spend time thinking.  Lots of lounging about which many people call “napping” and which I like to call “working.”  After all, at the edge of sleep and awake I find the mind kind of lets go and all sorts of possibilities open up!