Hi guys,
Long time, no
blog! Yes, it’s been like that. Okay, it’s not the Golden Crowned Lurgy keeping
me down. I might’ve blogged more if that was the case. But life’s been, well,
interesting, not very writey, but I’m making some headway into The Ways Out – chapter
three, baby!
So, how does it
feel getting onto book two when I haven’t gotten anywhere on selling, much less
advertising, The Ways In? And noting my style has tightened, and in a sudden
side project (#writerlife) has seen me get even more economical? And that
life’s been a bit more alluring than writing, and going to church?
Okay, I really
don’t know where I’m going with this blog. But in the spirit of perseverance,
here goes answering.
I feel weird
writing TWO. In fact, I felt like I had to re-write the two chapters I’d
already committed. Thanks to a text narrator read through, these read well, and
are sitting much better with me now. Just a niggling doubt now, but I think I
can leave that until editing.
The weirdness
kept me writing just snippets at a time. Today is almost two pages, when
courtesy of a conversation that ended with “Can’t wait to read your next blog
post,” I turned to writing this. Back to TWO, post readthrough, it doesn’t feel
like I’ve gone bits at a time. But where I had planned a one page get through
to a main moment, it’s stretched to two pages and I don’t know how long the
next moment is going to take.
In fact, I’m
plotted out until the end, but found I have too much going on for the chapters
I had planned. The aim was 23 chapters, same as with part one, but I think
there’s going to be a few extra chapters by the time I’m done, and I’m not
quite sure how I feel about that.
Maybe I’m just
being hard on myself. Maybe those parts of life that seem good, that have kept
me company in recent weeks, have just been too alluring to get into writing. I
think I let things get between me and the writing, and that much needed
me-time. Or it was really just my meds change that was screwing with my sleep.
Or everything, thrown in with pure lazy. I’m complex like that.
I’ll leave it
there, don’t want to wallow. But I’m going to plan to blog three weeks from
now, let go of the ambition and leave myself room to keep it meaningful. Oh,
and being that wonder of tax time, do that all important return, and spend some
money on an editor and a cover – I need one for Smashwords.
And a Jesus fish
and a Darwin axolotl. And there’s a blog smile :D.
Hope to be back
to this sooner, and a bit more twittery to boot.
Have a good one!
T.M.
