Even when you plot a novel out using the plotting device of your choice, you still end up “pantsing” each scene. Sometimes the words and ideas flow so freely they almost seem to be snatched out of the air and straight to your litttle typin’ fingers with your brain only along as a casual observer.
So out of nowhere yesterday, my character plays charades. He’s just a phantom at this point. He can’t be heard and he can’t pick up a pen and paper. So the only way to communicate… two words, first word: “Calling.”
Our heroine tries all sorts of ways to call someone. Our hero? Keeps miming “Calling”
Finally she gets it. Not “Calling” but “Colin.” She needs to go get their mutual boss Colin to save Dante from fading away completely.
Not 5 hours later I’m watching Bones. Nice to see Cindi Lauper playing a psychic. And what happens. The spirit of the dead person keeps “Calling.” And later Angela says, “Not ‘Calling'” but “Colin.”
Wow! The head of the Reaper Corps has been Colin Schotz since I penned the first draft of The Reluctant Reaper in 2009. But woo-hoo. (Or rather woo-woo) that’s a pretty damn big coincidence.
(Crossposted to my Storm Grant blog.)