I started in on the new book again the other night. "New" is a relative term here. I've been working on Passages now for three years already. I can't believe it's three years since I started and I'm not even halfway to the finish line on this one. Too many subplots. I need a road map to keep it all straight.
I also realized, to my dismay, that it was a year ago this week that I started writing "Redamntion" (yes I made that word up.) I went back to re-read what I had started and I really like the story. I was moving along really great on that one too. I stopped working on it near the end of January, when I got laid off.
Now, logic would dictate that being out of work should have meant I had all kinds of time to write. And I did have all kinds of time. So why didn't I write? I did, a little. I worked on Passages, fully planning to get the whole thing knocked out before the end of the summer. I was rolling pretty good for a couple of months. I don't remember what triggered me to stop, but I recall opening the word processor one day, and realized that the muse had clammed up again.
So now I'm working for a living again, thank goodness, and enjoying it greatly. My days are busy, and I am going to bed at a descent hour. My time is filled -- so of course it means it's time to write. Yup, the muse is back, and he's demanding my attention, even though I do not have the time I need to be his scribe. Why does that happen?
I have now got four novels in the works, none of them related to each other. I think I'll put together an anthology and call it, The Great Unfinished Works of Lorrieann Russell.
Chapter One: The Last Ballad of Amelia White; begun in June of 2002, and languishes at 72,305 words.
Chapter Two: Farewell Arcana; begun November of 2002 because I couldn't work on Amelia anymore. This one is stalled at 50,253 words, but I really like the story!
Chapter Three: Passages; the last installment of my published series. You'd think I would get that one done just so I can have the whole set.
Chapter Four: Redamntion: begun last year on a lark. Maybe it will turn into a short story.
There are also a couple of others that I've started, and abandoned. How did I ever put 180,000 words together for that first book?
I also realized, to my dismay, that it was a year ago this week that I started writing "Redamntion" (yes I made that word up.) I went back to re-read what I had started and I really like the story. I was moving along really great on that one too. I stopped working on it near the end of January, when I got laid off.
Now, logic would dictate that being out of work should have meant I had all kinds of time to write. And I did have all kinds of time. So why didn't I write? I did, a little. I worked on Passages, fully planning to get the whole thing knocked out before the end of the summer. I was rolling pretty good for a couple of months. I don't remember what triggered me to stop, but I recall opening the word processor one day, and realized that the muse had clammed up again.
So now I'm working for a living again, thank goodness, and enjoying it greatly. My days are busy, and I am going to bed at a descent hour. My time is filled -- so of course it means it's time to write. Yup, the muse is back, and he's demanding my attention, even though I do not have the time I need to be his scribe. Why does that happen?
I have now got four novels in the works, none of them related to each other. I think I'll put together an anthology and call it, The Great Unfinished Works of Lorrieann Russell.
Chapter One: The Last Ballad of Amelia White; begun in June of 2002, and languishes at 72,305 words.
Chapter Two: Farewell Arcana; begun November of 2002 because I couldn't work on Amelia anymore. This one is stalled at 50,253 words, but I really like the story!
Chapter Three: Passages; the last installment of my published series. You'd think I would get that one done just so I can have the whole set.
Chapter Four: Redamntion: begun last year on a lark. Maybe it will turn into a short story.
There are also a couple of others that I've started, and abandoned. How did I ever put 180,000 words together for that first book?
Darlin', you're probably tired of hearing me say it, but that's how Diana Gabaldon works. So...we'll start building time, if you want.
ReplyDeleteAnd as I recall, you wrote that first book by staying up to 2 and 3 in the morning. You were unemployed at the time. We'll find that time for you. I promise.