Last week I wrote about 3000 words of garbage and then rewrote them again, more garbage. I just wasn’t happy with any of it.I had lost my way. Not only that but I had lost any sense of my main character.He was lifeless, directionless, and yet this was the part I had been looking forward to writing. At 50,000 words was I about to abandon the whole idea? It felt almost that bad.
I carried on with my research, but was unsure how I could change focus. I hope I may have found a way. It came to me in a random thought. My hero is on a journey from his rural, backward home into all the best and worst of the industrial revolution. How can I write this without it sounding too preachy and worthy, especially as he and his companion are preachers, on their way to a religious conference? Yes, that riveting!
My idea (and it’s early days yet) change from the third person into a journal, where he writes what he is witnessing to his wife, making it personal, with little bits of humour and tenderness, but hoping to convey the scale of the changes he is experiencing. What do you think? Could it work? I hope to include some line drawings to break it up. Poor husband as I ask him to draw obscure bits of machinery etc.