decisions, decisions

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. 

 Now what?

 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?

 Decisions, decisions.


Bye-Bye January and Don’t Look Back

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.

back at it

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.

Big mistake.

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.

done, done and double done

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.

Decisions, decisions.

Second Draft Done!

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.

Upon Reflection . . .

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.”