I probably read about 20 articles a day on writing. Given that this month I’m really busy trying to write 3,334 words a day, my twisted brain isn’t quite understanding that reading about something isn’t the same as actually doing said activity. Anyway, about 17 of every 20 articles I’m reading are about plot. Plottedy plot plot plot. And mine was in serious trouble today.
Following some wise blog advice from somewhere, I turned a thought (I can only be expected to have one at a time here) to the fact that my villain wasn’t nearly villainous enough, and I didn’t have a major conflict between said antagonist and my MC at the big explosive turning point/conflict thing (the blog had a good term for it, but don’t ask me. I just finished 3700 words). I turned to my S.O./C.L.S. or whatever the cool kids call the guy you’ve been living with in sin for the last 16 years and asked for his help.
He promptly made my plot arc movie-worthy because, incidentally, he’s a genius.
The only credit I will take is that I got up the courage to tell him about my book in the first place. And have been exercising that courage every day, telling him a bit more about the characters, about what I see happening in Book 7 (not getting ahead of myself at all). The rest is him not laughing at my ideas, and just getting it.