Temptation to start project NORMAL
It turns out my entry to Chicken Soup for the Soul is a bust. Not because I was rejected - the entire book was! I guess that is comforting, in a way. The stories may move on to a different title, so there is hope.
The weekend was spent on more house-buying preparations and trying to survive one of the worst migraines I've had in months. Despite the agony radiating from my right eye socket, I still managed to work on writing. I typed up a rough of the story beat for The Locked Door and wrote out long-hand more plot elements of the new story that is eating my brain. Seriously, I have two other manuscripts to edit and sell (and The Locked Door has room for a sequel) and now I have something entirely new trying to scarf up my time and energy. But I love the concept. It's so tempting to start writing it now, but I can only do so much at once. I want to try and delay the new book until NaNoWriMo; the editing on the other two novels will occupy the remaining time, of that I have no doubt.
Editing is the tedious part. There is an undeniable joy in writing something new and inspired, something that makes you turn around in amazement, thinking, "I wrote that?!" Never mind if you then have to rip it to shreds, hone it, and make it better. People still find newborn babies adorable, even with their red, shriveled skin, misshapen cone-heads, and old man pucker. If that can be cute, then surely a first draft of a novel can be beautiful in its own freakish way.
The weekend was spent on more house-buying preparations and trying to survive one of the worst migraines I've had in months. Despite the agony radiating from my right eye socket, I still managed to work on writing. I typed up a rough of the story beat for The Locked Door and wrote out long-hand more plot elements of the new story that is eating my brain. Seriously, I have two other manuscripts to edit and sell (and The Locked Door has room for a sequel) and now I have something entirely new trying to scarf up my time and energy. But I love the concept. It's so tempting to start writing it now, but I can only do so much at once. I want to try and delay the new book until NaNoWriMo; the editing on the other two novels will occupy the remaining time, of that I have no doubt.
Editing is the tedious part. There is an undeniable joy in writing something new and inspired, something that makes you turn around in amazement, thinking, "I wrote that?!" Never mind if you then have to rip it to shreds, hone it, and make it better. People still find newborn babies adorable, even with their red, shriveled skin, misshapen cone-heads, and old man pucker. If that can be cute, then surely a first draft of a novel can be beautiful in its own freakish way.