Just a brief ramble this morning --about forks. In stories. Not the eating utensil type, the which-way-do-I-go type.
I'm newly diving into book four of the Lost Ancients series, yup, the Sapphire Manticore is up and running. I'm trying to make sure to get some writing in every day to keep it fresh and make sure I stay on track--that does mean writing first thing in the morning before my day job ;).
But, I digress. Today is about plot choices we make as writers. Doesn't matter if you're a plotter and make those choices in the planning stage, or a pantser and make those choices as you zoom through your dirty first draft.
Choices must be made, and they will change the story.
Even little ones. I just left off this morning's writing with a "was it stolen?" or "do they just not know it's there?" comment for myself when I come back. It doesn't seem like a big thing, but either choice could lead to larger and larger differences.
I really wish there was a way to follow both options through, see where they end up, then decide. Instead, I'll ponder it for a bit (like today at the day job ;)) then pick what I feel works best.
But it does make me wonder what could have been. What existed in those missing paths.