No direction

So I’ve started another novel-in-progress. I kind of know where I want it to go, but the characters are pulling it somewhere else. It happens, but it’s frustrating when the direction they’re pulling it is pretty far off-course from my purpose for starting the darn thing.

They’re also dragging the genre into a different sub-genre than I really wanted to head to. It’s not something I’m completely new to writing, but I just wasn’t expecting to be writing this. It’s surreal.

This is probably all boring nonsense to non-writers, but trust me, those characters do what they wanna do sometimes. I am just the channel for the muse.

Or something.