One of the most amazing things about writing is watching in amazement as your characters take on a life of their own. It's incredible and utterly bizarre, and it never ceases to take me by surprise.
In my magical novel that is being beta read, two characters randomly became related. It was unexpected but the second I realized it, it was hard to imagine their relationship any other way. Now, I have been working on that version of the novel for a year and a half, and much of that time has been spent editing. I didn't have any huge character-altering moments during the long, long editing process, or at least if I did, it was early enough on that I don't remember it.
While my magical novel is being read, I am working on a first draft of an entirely different story. This one has ghosts in it. I'm only one chapter into it (a teething six-month-old doesn't leave much time for writing) but it's been mulling around in my mind a great deal since I began writing it. I'm a planner, and I have a somewhat sparse outline of what it's going to be like. There is the main character, her childhood friend, and their love interests who have been integral players in the notion of this book since it first appeared in my mind all that time ago.
Yesterday I suddenly realized that the friend is transgender. I mean, of course she's transgender. It's obvious, really. One of those "How did I ever not notice it to begin with?!" moments.
Writing is amazing.
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