Last week, as I was writing on the train as usual, I had a real Ah-Ha! moment.
He escapes! Duh! Why didn't I think of that before? It's so simple, so clear - undeniably the right road for my characters to follow. It was the turn I needed to move the plot one step closer to the end of the first novel in my trilogy. (Did I mention that I've decided my story needs to be a trilogy? Yep, lots of work ahead of me.)
I suddenly felt as if a tiny pin-prick of light had appeared before me in the dark tunnel that I've been imperceptibly moving through for the last...nine plus months (ouch).
Don't get me wrong, I'm nowhere near finished. I'm not even ready for serious critique yet. I still have to get to the end of the story, and then I have oodles of edits waiting on the other side. It's a pin-prick, not a beacon. But the story has now opened up for me and I can clearly see the path ahead. I've been muddling through the dark for so long, I'm actually anxious to get to the revision part.
I've learned a lot in 50,000 words, which will help with the revisions. Hopefully I won't have to rewrite too much of the beginning, although I already know I need to start in a different place. But now I'm getting ahead of myself, so I'll leave it there for the moment. I need to get back to writing.