I’ve realized something.
You see, I was trying to write Shifting Sands as a novel with two POVs about two people (one male, one female) living in odd and not so great societies. This wasn’t going to be a revolution story. I didn’t want them to overthrow the government and this cult. They may think it’s not right or great, but they aren’t planning to overthrow it.
The two characters are on almost opposite sides of the scale, almost antagonists. I was going to have their stories intertwine. Until I realized that I didn’t really like writing my male MC’s POV. His story is less interesting than hers. It’s almost boring even.
When I realized that I was bored, I tried to remember the awesome moments I have planned for this character. To my shock, I realized that I have no exciting plans for him. Not very exciting, anyway.
I may be deleting the partial first chapter I have and rewriting the whole thing from Claire’s POV. I don’t want to do anything hasty, though. I’m letting this simmer in my mind until after I’ve slept.
Of course, doing that may shove the novel into the romance genre. I don’t know.
I’m done thinking for tonight. I’m just finding more and more plot holes.
I’m going to watch something on Netflix.