Okay, let’s hope this is turns out to be true.
I have finally made my way through writing, editing, revising, and writing again- and again and again- this scene that has been giving me fits for months. I simply could not get it down from my head to the “paper”, so to speak, the way I was seeing it and wanted the reader to see it.
Sometimes I have the hardest time getting some scenes with just Jonathan and Jennifer out and down the way I see them in my head. I worry about making sure I’m getting them right. It’s easier with J.J. and the others because they’re mine; they do what I want or need them to do without too much trouble. Jonathan and Jennifer, on the other hand, have to appear to do what they’re supposed to do otherwise things can get too far off track.
Not too long ago, someone left a comment after reading “Jennifer’s Journal” that made it
clear the person wasn’t happy that I made Jennifer resistant to and uncertain at first with the idea of being pregnant. I was actually okay with that because it confirmed I had done what I set out to do, made her human.
In these stories, Jennifer is a woman who wasn’t sure she wanted children, was happy with her life with her husband as it was, and who only opened herself up to the possibility of a having a child out of her love for her man. After nearly five years of half-hearted trying, she thought she’d dodged the bullet only to find herself good and knocked up. Even though she was married to and carrying the love of her life’s child, I felt such a woman might initially feel a little ambivalent, perhaps even quite defensive, to find herself irreversibly locked in that position. The Harts are happy and in love, but let’s face it, like with any relationship, there are going to be some dark moments. I like being able to make Jonathan and Jennifer more dimensional, more true to real life.
The beauty of fanfiction.
But lately, J.J. is making things a whole lot more strenuous, I’m telling you. I used to be able to crank the stories out one or two a month. Not anymore. Not complaining, mind you, just saying. J.J. is growing up and a bit more away. She’s still fun, but she- and as a result, her family- are taking a lot more thought, effort, and orchestrating, for lack of a better word.
Well, I believe I’m out of the woods- at least the part of it I’ve been wandering lost in for the longest. I guess I better get back to getting J.J. out of this latest pickle she has, unbeknownst to all parties concerned, gotten herself into.
Hopefully, I’ll be updating the series soon.