What I was doing was…

Revisiting the seven point plot plan for the novel today. A too-short 15 minutes of noodling around trying to refine something more interesting and closer towards what I want this story about. Upon reading back last night’s effort was a ghost of the zero draft and isn’t reflective of the draft I want to write. As I trundle along on a train, I have the sinking feeling that I do not yet know the key events that will drive the story I want to write and that I might need to let go of a load of old material and not try and crowbar it into a new shape -I feel a bit lost and that this will need a bit more headspace to make sense of (headspace that feels in short supply atm). Will give it some more thought over the weekend.