I pause for a moment. Flyers is done. Some queries have been sent – to those agents not asking for synopsis; still have to finish one. Will wait until round two, I think. A few “no, thanks” already received. Not despairing yet. Still plenty of time for that. I could continue to fiddle with mss. Not sure that’s good idea. So I hover, waiting.
Ideas brewing. Some are swimming. Nothing is begging to be written.
Should I go back to reading?
Should I look for something quick and unassuming, something I can start and finished in three to six months, or should I plunge back into another three-year commitment?
My New Year’s resolution this year was to stop writing for one year, and instead, read, spend more time with family and friends (the few I have left) and quit this stupid notion of ever being able to produce anything that anyone will ever want to publish, let alone read. Hell, at times I can barely stand to read what I’ve written. So I closed the file on THE FLYERS, THE SWIMMERS, AND THE WALKERS (I cried a little even though at that moment I thought it was the worst thing I’d ever written), and actually turned off the computer.
I was good for 15 days. I read the entire Mistborn trilogy (Brandon Sanderson). I even stated to read book one of the Wheel of Time series. I took out my sewing machine and made half a dress for my granddaughter who is scheduled to be born in April. I watched television. I went to bed at a respectable hour.
Knock off the snow already -- January from my driveway
Like I said, I lasted 15 days.
I have now written almost 10,000 words on a new novel. And I have retrieved FLYERS, which was very close to being COMPLETLY AND TOTALLY DONE, and I am 70 percent through what I hope is a final draft.
This is what I learned: sometimes it is possible to over revise. What I hated most about FLYERS was that I was making too many changes that were taking away from what is really a very simple story. I ended up going back and removing almost everything I had added and put back much of my first draft, albeit more polished. And best of all, it’s almost COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY DONE.
My other New Year’s resolution: Get back to blogging. It’s good for the soul.
Today: 12 degrees C or about 53 degrees F Sunny
I took a day and a half off. It was great. But an opening line popped into my head, begging me to write it. So I did.
I am working on rewriting a mystery I wrote twenty years ago. I loved the idea then; I was obsessed by it. I wrote the bulk of it in ten days and it was short-listed for a provincial novel-writing competition. But I was never happy with it, and always thought I would get back to it. In the meantime, I put it aside and went on to other things. But this line jumped out at me and I was hooked.
I think I have a hard copy of the old manuscript somewhere. I don’t know whether to look for it or not. Not that it matters. What I’m writing now is very different from what I wrote then. The plot is basically the same, but the details will be different, as well as the voice. I wrote 7,000 words this weekend. Not a bad start.
That’s Lola at three months. She is now nine months old
and desperately needs a haircut.
So, this morning I put my query and synopsis in the mail to Harlequin. Vampire Bob and the Barracuda Babes is finished.
But I’m at a bit of a loss. Now what? Do I go back to my previous work in progress? Do I resurrect an old work that has been calling me to rewrite it? Do I write another romance? Do I start something completely new? (I am certainly not lacking in ideas. I have a little list . . . .)
If it were summer, I’d be in the garden. Or even spring. Which I know is occurring in other parts of North America, just not here.
I could read a book. But which one? I have a stack of them. So many books.
Today: 6C Morning fog.
I finished the second draft of my romance novel last night. Writing 60,000 words with a minimum of subplots is certainly a lot easier than writing 120,000 words with multiple subplots.
A bit of a break and then a third pass to make sure it’s all connected and then I get to work on the synopsis and the query letter.
It’s a good feeling.
Right now: 2C It’s above 0. About time.
So I read Ann’s comment to my last post (Wow, someone actually read it!), and upon reflection I realize that even though I think I am only working on one thing, I’m not. In the back of my head, a bunch of stuff is brewing. I stopped working on my last manuscript because I didn’t like the way it was going and could not figure out how to fix it. When I stopped, I jumped into writing the romance I am currently working on. Half way through, I figured out how to fix the other manuscript. Not only that, but I’ve come up with several new plot ideas for future projects, and a new opening for an old project I am thinking about revisiting.
Interesting, this creative process. If I had a mantra, I think it might be “trust the process.”