I have written three chapters today, so far, though, one of them is very small. Very short, and yet, it impacts the story very, very, deeply.

None of these chapters went in the direction I anticipated, and yet, they are not such rabbit holes as plagued me years ago, and, kept me from writing coherent stories.

Back in those days, there was to much creativity, and, not enough structure, so, I could not reliably add to what I had begun.

There was also the matter of a lack of… maturity. For, I had not yet seen the world, just, my small corner of it, and, as I realize now, I was to wounded.

Though these chapters did not proceed where I had intended, the second followed the first, fairly well. Supported it, and, the first gave light to creatures I had written copious notes on but had only begun to hint at further on in the book. (I’ve returned to write the middle! The beginning of the story done, and, the end very nearly so.)

So, now, with Raven (The “main” character), and Beast (An inner self), and Rider (A long, long, lost aspect finally returned), seeking to follow, and find, their brother, dog, they are beset by creatures I had only written of in my journals and yet, they represent a vital faction, and a vital theme, which will span all three of the series, and, will play a much greater role in “The Chronicles of dog, Book II”.

So there is structure, as well as pure creativity at work here, and, if I didn’t like where this was going, I was prepared to scrap it and, start again. No great loss. Just, hold an image tighter, understand where I had previously gone and, tweak it just so, only, it works.

I am liking the third chapter, the very short one, and it seems to echo of the first book in the third series, but much about it still remains a mystery, however, it answers many questions, and, puts Raven, Beast, and Rider, where they need to be, at the exact time they need to be there, and, will do nicely for a bit of mystery, and, something to explore in Book II, or, perhaps even, towards the end of Book III.

I’m enjoying reading my own writing. Enjoying looking at it without knowing where it will go, and, simply, wanting to turn the page to find out. And, I like that.

Timberbee