And just when I think I've found all the pieces I realize my dragon is missing important chunks...like eyeballs, its tail or even its mouth.
Recently my friend, Rose Green, posted on Facebook...
"Do you ever feel like the middle of a manuscript is like battling a hydra? Every time I think I've got it under control, a new arc or plot point springs into life, and I realize I've got to go back and make that fit somehow."
Yes. It's like a Hyrda, too. All those heads, whipping around, wanting attention and springing to life when you least expect them
Anyone else feel like they're trying to put a dragon back together or battle a hydra? Can you think of another great metaphor about writing a novel?