It's a mean town, but I don't care, try and steal this. Can't steal happiness.
OK, so it turns out Scott and I ARE going to World Fantasy in San Diego this year. (Oct 27-31) Thanks Jak and Karawyn! So my plans for world domination to finish this rough draft just reached a new urgency. I would really like to have a finished rough draft of this novel to show around at World Fantasy, for many reasons. Not the least is so I can feel like a real writer again. And it has been really nice to feel myself gathering steam for this project over the last few months. My writer brain - not entirely broken! Or it's repairing itself - we can make it better, stronger, faster - it's like the six million dollar man! Soon my brain will be able to jump over buildings or run really fast! Or, you know, actually be able to finish a novel. One of those.
So I wrote this whole post once already, and the internets ate it, and now I'm feeling punchy. So, um, this might get surreal.
I'm feeling really excited about this project - all flushed and fluttery when I'm writing. Or that's dyspepsia. Since I'm mostly writing during my lunch hour, I suppose it could be either. But it's nice to feel like a writer who enjoys writing again. Even when the words aren't coming, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with these people, I feel good when I'm working. So I want to work. This is a nice change from the last too many years to count. It's been a long time of wandering around my own brain, calling for my writer-self to come out of hiding. Here she is. Nice to see you, writer-self. Have some nice pens.
Anyhoo, inside my computer it's too dark to read I have about 13,000 words typed in on this project. I have approx 3000 words still in my notebook in longhand. (I've been writing this project longhand, at least at first for each scene, because I don't seem to be able to compose prose on the computer at the moment. I'm not fighting it anymore, because that way lies madness and a lot of moaning and whingeing about how I can't write and I suck. So longhand it is!) I have the next 40-odd pages mapped out in a (spectacularly crappy) outline, and I have a decent idea for what the not-quite-the-ending-yet is going to be. I do need to come up with an actual ending, or I'm afriad that this will all peter out and fizzle and stop like my last two three four several projects. So, er, endings. Yes. Needs me one of those. Well, more than the one I've got, which is ... nebulous. At best. I don't think I can have a bunch of action and then just say "Um, war is bad, mmmkay?" So I'm working on that, too. But the next 40-odd pages adds about 8000 words, give or take. I'd like to have 50,000 words by the end of September, so that I can spend some time editing and making the first few chapters really shiny. And then viola! Something to show at World Fantasy! To anyone who will hold still long enough friends enemies frenemies editors groupies landsharks interested parties! And it will be glorious to behold, glorious! At least to me.
Er, so that's the plan. I can do this. Right? I'm pretty sure I can do this.
So I wrote this whole post once already, and the internets ate it, and now I'm feeling punchy. So, um, this might get surreal.
I'm feeling really excited about this project - all flushed and fluttery when I'm writing. Or that's dyspepsia. Since I'm mostly writing during my lunch hour, I suppose it could be either. But it's nice to feel like a writer who enjoys writing again. Even when the words aren't coming, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with these people, I feel good when I'm working. So I want to work. This is a nice change from the last too many years to count. It's been a long time of wandering around my own brain, calling for my writer-self to come out of hiding. Here she is. Nice to see you, writer-self. Have some nice pens.
Anyhoo, inside my computer it's too dark to read I have about 13,000 words typed in on this project. I have approx 3000 words still in my notebook in longhand. (I've been writing this project longhand, at least at first for each scene, because I don't seem to be able to compose prose on the computer at the moment. I'm not fighting it anymore, because that way lies madness and a lot of moaning and whingeing about how I can't write and I suck. So longhand it is!) I have the next 40-odd pages mapped out in a (spectacularly crappy) outline, and I have a decent idea for what the not-quite-the-ending-yet is going to be. I do need to come up with an actual ending, or I'm afriad that this will all peter out and fizzle and stop like my last two three four several projects. So, er, endings. Yes. Needs me one of those. Well, more than the one I've got, which is ... nebulous. At best. I don't think I can have a bunch of action and then just say "Um, war is bad, mmmkay?" So I'm working on that, too. But the next 40-odd pages adds about 8000 words, give or take. I'd like to have 50,000 words by the end of September, so that I can spend some time editing and making the first few chapters really shiny. And then viola! Something to show at World Fantasy! To anyone who will hold still long enough friends enemies frenemies editors groupies landsharks interested parties! And it will be glorious to behold, glorious! At least to me.
Er, so that's the plan. I can do this. Right? I'm pretty sure I can do this.