I think today’s is the first real, full-on plot bomb of the new book. There I was, typing away about Ky being at mmph, doing urrmph, and then suddenly it came. Fast and hard, so fast that I had only a couple of seconds of knowing what I was going to type and thinking, as one does, “What the–?!” as my fingers spelled it out. What? That? Why? The other character methodically explained; Ky was as dumbfounded as I was.
The wonderful thing about plot bombs is that they revitalize both the story and the writer, whether they need it or not. It’s like having ice cubes dumped down the back of your shirt, in terms of surprise and that involuntary startle movement. But instead of being wet as well as cold, and having to deal with a lot of people laughing at you (yes, it happened to me in real life) , the plot bomb cracks open a whole new possibility for the story, and shoves you through a wall you thought was solid into…something else.
So now Ky is headed for something I’d never even considered (nor had she!) and certain other things that seemed a bit scattershot are now revealed as having fit into this long before. I’m eager to go on, but my hands are not, so there must be a pause for lunch and some knitting before coming back to it.