
The times being what they are with darkness descending, I’m struggling. My reading has moved towards cozy and light, or to rereads of things I found comforting. However, my writing has moved deeper into dystopia as I have to keep making things worse for my main character just to keep up with how bad things are in the real world.
An old adage says something to the effect: “Act One: Get the character up a tree. Act Two: Throw rocks at the character. Act Three: Get the character down.
I’m editing the first half of the story to add and improve foreshadowing and ensure the foreshadows are connected to what happens later. But more importantly, I’m make the rocks bigger and throwing them harder. My original description of the story world began to feel benign because if how dark the real world has become.
I believe I’m making the story better.