Evil abounds, creeping around me. When did my friend become my foe? As I tap the keys on my computer, a character I always thought was my BFF turns on me. She was my buddy, my pal. No longer. What happened?
No more does she speak sprightly dialogue. She sounds dull. No more does she dance through action packed scenes. Instead she plods. She drags. She sits on her bum and sighs, “Ho, Hum. When will this book ever end?” She polishes her nails and glares at me. “I’m sick of this book and I don’t want to do your way anymore. Since it’s all your fault, you have to go.” Clustered closely behind her are the other characters, nodding in agreement. A chill stabs through me and I fear their wrath as their voices rise against me. Small dragons of despair hover around the action scenes.
I shudder as I avert my eyes from the shouting words and angry characters on my computer screen. “Help!” I call. “Help! I seek the avenger of evil. Iron Man, where are you? The dreaded mid-book crisis is upon me!”
Zooming through the night, Iron Man appears. My hero to the rescue! My characters grimace and shrink back into the corners of their scenes. Iron Man hands me an extra suit and I step into my boots. Quickly my Iron Man suit slips around my body and I am fully armored and ready to repel all invaders.
I shoot my wrist rays at those defiant characters. “You will obey!” I order those backstabbing former friends. “This is my story and I am the boss. If you don’t like it, then I will kill you off, for the greater good of the finished book.”
“No, no.” Their pathetic cries plead with me to spare them, but I am without mercy. “You–you will act in this scene without complaining. And you–you are out completely. Cut. Out. Gone.” Their arrows of protest fall harmlessly against my armored suit and I wade through their midst, slaying the dragons of despair and welding my weapons of mass destruction on the limping book plot.
Soon I have those reluctant performers whipped into shape. They snap out their dialogue lines as though their very lives depend on my approval. My plot floats. My mid-book crisis turns and becomes one fantastic novel. All because of Iron Man.
Don’t I wish!
Without Iron Man, how do you solve your mid-book crisis?