I’m having one of those sleepless nights where the problems of my story are rattling around in my head and my thought process is going around in circles screaming “Work damn you! Work!”
I’m pretty sure a shower was in order. Some of my best AHA! moments come to me while I’m taking a shower, the others are inspired by sex. I know why Loving the Goddess of Love has been so hard for me to editing. I know why the story just isn’t right.
There wasn’t just a AHA! moment, but a nice hand to forehead DUH! moment tonight as several problems came to me.
1) Hephaestus is nothing more than a prop for the story. He has no growth. He does little for the story. Ares has more depth for all his annoying traits. (Sorry, Hephaestus, but it’s true.)
2) Aphrodite is so conflicted it makes my ass ache. One minute she’s setting the page on fire, the next she’s cold as ice. One moment she’s chasing Hephaestus with all the motivation of a stalker, the next she wants nothing to do with him. She’s like a teenager in a 600+ year old body.
3) No clear path of where the story is going. It’s a collection of scenes all geared to explain why Aphrodite was so sad in My Lord Hades, but never really tells much of a story. No one grows as a god/goddess. They just sorta are.
4) I did not make this a stand-alone novel which really pisses me off, because the Children of Khaos Series is a true Series. There is no order. There is plot arc that reaches through all the books to bring them together. Really the only thing they have in common is the setting and the characters.
So this weekend I’m hoping to sit down and destroy all my hard work in an attempt to save the story, though I’m starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to just rewrite it all.
Murphy’s law has struck again. What can go wrong, has gone wrong, and will continue to go wrong until I fix it. Ick, what a fucking pain in my ass.