I murdered the wife
I finally sorted my writing problems, in more ways than one.
My first problem that I last wrote about was the difficulty of writing in very bright sunshine, where the glare on the screen made it unreadable. The solution to that was ridiculous in its simplicity – all I had to do was change my Windows colour scheme from the standard to High Contrast White.
That took care of that!
My other problem was the story line I am working on for my Magnum Opus.
I had the main theme of the story and quite a few interesting strands to weave through it. But no matter how hard I tried, it didn’t work.
I have made about five false starts, on occasion getting up to two or three thousand words, but each time the plot fell on its face in a mire of contrived and patently ridiculous scenes.
There was something wrong somewhere.
One evening I was sitting out enjoying the last of the sun and just letting my mind wander, when suddenly I had an idea.
My main character has been happily married for years, and it was the wife who kept upsetting the plot. I had my brainwave!
I killed the wife.
So the story starts with my main character as a widower.
Immediately everything (or nearly everything) fell into place. New scenes presented themselves and the plotline is a lot stronger. I am well into it at this stage with several thousand words under the belt.
Whoever said that killing the wife is a bad thing?
Cleaned up the story line, off to a good start finally and you won’t even be prosecuted for murder. Writing can certainly have it’s benefits.
Who says murder is wrong? I think it’s great.
Depends on who’s being murdered I suppose.