It’s hard to leave the past behind, and that goes double for leaving written books behind. The characters of The Hide-Away have firmly taken up residence in my brain, and they’re not leaving without a fight.
I love them. Truly, I do. It took a while, and a few good swift kicks in the behind from my BFF, to finally warm up to their potential. But once Bree and Cole became fully-formed characters in my head, I was a goner. Her long, red hair and fiery temper to match. His intense blue-gray eyes and gritty determination to resist feeling any emotion. The fireworks that went off every time they were together. Their sassy give-and-take and sarcastic comments. They were fun to write, and it was rewarding to watch them laugh and stumble and grieve and grow.
But I wrote “THE END” on their story in July. It’s in the hands of a (so far) enthusiastic Harlequin editor, and I pray it will be acquired and published. But it’s time to move on to Bree’s cousin, Melanie, and her story with Shane.
The problem is that very time I start to write about Melanie, I see Bree’s red hair and bristly attitude. Every time I work on Shane, I see Cole’s silent stare and crooked grin. But Melanie isn’t ego-centric and worried about appearances like Bree was. She’s a smart, independent businesswoman who’s in a bind because of one lousy decision. And Shane is the opposite of Cole! He’s big and brash and loud, full of good Irish humor as long as he can forget the legal bind he might be in because of his family. They’re really cool people with a story to tell.
But right now? Right now they’re fighting to get a foothold in my very over-occupied brain. Bree and Cole and the characters from Hide-Away refuse to give ground. They’re preventing Mel and Shane from becoming three-dimensional characters ready to build their own story. And it’s all giving me a headache.
Is there such a thing as a writer’s eviction ceremony? “Get out of my head, Cole and Bree, and go live your lives with my blessing.” Or perhaps an exorcism is needed? Or maybe it’s just good old-fashioned writer’s block and I’m going to have to fight my way through it. Groan.
Words on paper. Words on paper. Must get words on paper.
And those words can NOT be about Bree and Cole……….