I'm nearing the end of this WIP and I've been having trouble seeing the end. Sure, I'm a plansterer and I hardly ever have everything mapped out ahead of time. Still, I like at least knowing a little about how the book is going to end. With this WIP, I had no clue.
I was standing outside, thinking and smoking - trying to figure out where exactly I was going to go from here. To a certain extent, I painted myself into a corner. Which isn't necessarily bad, since it always gives me a chance to be creative with how I'm going to crawl out. However, this time the blinding flash of insight that came led to a path I did not want to follow.
Sure, the readers totally won't see it coming. It'll be awesome dipped in awesomeness covered in awesomesauce. And Jo's going to hate me for this. I will effectively be both saving her and screwing her over.
Sort of like with that climber a few years back who got trapped when a boulder rolled onto his arm. His choices were die or cut his arm off. He cut his arm off, but despite the fact that he lived, he can't be happy with the choice left to him. (And no, Jo the genie won't be losing any body parts. Since djinn are pretty much self-healing, she'd just grow it back anyway.)
Yesterday I didn't write the scene. Looking back at it now, yesterday was sort of like a moment of silence. (And a little bit hiding from what I have to do.) I'll get to the scene today. And deal with Jo afterwards.
Ever have a plot point come to you that's both wonderful and horrible? Ever worry whether your characters are going to hate you?
For the record, I know my characters aren't real people with real emotions. I just feel like I'm betraying Jo to save the story, and it's making me squirmy.