I’m plotting. The words seem somewhat vague for an equally vague process. For me, the major scenes of a story are easy. They are the reason I am writing. The hard part? The thousand little sorrows.
Each character must face constant hardship, building slowly from small annoyances into a boiling maelstrom ending finally with the MAIN EVENT. If your character wakes up, brushes his teeth, and heads off to work without a hint of trouble, the reader will put your book down in search of a better story.
Beginning writers have a tendency to write entire scenes without adversity while waiting for the big event to happen.
I have a hard time with the smaller events. I don’t want them to be cliche. And so I struggle to throw up roadblocks that the reader doesn’t expect, a twist and turn unforeseen. My little index cards are out, pen at the ready. Twelve down, fifty to go. It’s some comfort that the possibilities are endless.