My hour (plus) this morning did not yield a massive wordcount.
556 words total.
But in that 556 words, Genna and her voice came back to me, and Genna immediately broke what I’d planned for the first chapter, and did what I did not expect her to do.
She lied to the Audiomaerist, in whose house she and her companions had been staying, and hurried them all out without even saying goodbye, and started toward someplace I’m not sure about yet.
She did this because her gut told her she and her friends needed to get away from where they were as quickly as possible.
And the Cat, when he caught up with her, simply confirmed that something was wrong.
I don’t know. This has been my experience with writing Genna — and in the years since I wrote her last, she clearly has not changed. I plot something, she looks at my plot, and immediately does something that breaks my planning, but that still gets both of us to the right place eventually.
My path would have been cleaner, calmer, and considerably less messy.
From the perspective of adventure, however, hers is going to be a lot more interesting.