I finished the first draft of Chapter 20 Friday evening. I started it weeks ago. True, I had some outside time commitments and vacation, but I felt mired as the chapter lingered. It seemed that no matter how far the characters went, there was still farther to go.
Then this little paragraph materialized and I could feel the door of the chapter trying to close:
"On the ride back, Selby pushed everything else out of her mind, letting the road and the bluffs and the river course through her. Time felt elastic, bending around every curve, stretching, reaching away in a pure joining of life and flow."
The pages that preceded the paragraph started with uncertainty and resolved into activity--a coffeehouse conversation, a brewer's tour of his boutique brewery, a dramatic motorcycle ride. So when Selby fell into the elasticity of time, it felt to me like the chapter was over.
But there was still story to tell...and I went on writing. And I liked the evolution. Good scenes, a different kind of story-telling. The characters exploring each other, each action also a reaction. It was interesting seeing their chemistry emerge as they talked, more so as it happened in a way I didn't foresee.
At the end of the day on Friday, I revisited...and let Chapter 20's door creak shut, back at the joining of life and flow. The subsequent pages are now in Chapter 21, where they belong.
Denny and I adjourned to the front porch where we hoisted a Shiner Bock to celebrate. It was a good flow.