About a month ago I came up with a new story idea.
I planned to write it into a screenplay, and I was rather excited because the leads were sisters. I spent days plotting and planning and talking ideas over with family members.
I almost had the entire plot worked out, including several twists, when my personal life exploded and all my routines were thrown out the window.
Don’t get me wrong, it was the good kind of explosion. But it did have the unintended consequence of knocking most of the plot right out of my head.
Because I did something I almost never do. I didn’t write it down. I kept telling myself that the precious little plot was safely locked away in my head and I could, at any time, write the whole thing out.
Only, now that I’ve got time to write it down, I’ve forgotten most of those little twists that I’d spent so much brain power working out.
So much for knowing better!
I love to make lists. They’re the best way I know to keep from missing any of the details.
I should have taken twenty minutes and created an outline, that oh-so-handy list of story points.
Shame on me!