Hi. I’ve been neglecting you. A post a month is not really the update schedule I want to have.
Let’s just say invisible imps have been playing havoc in the writing garrett, okay?
And let me tell you what I’ve been up to.
I’m probably the most disappointed that I didn’t get to post weekly updates for how things were going. No, I said, “I’m doing NaNo,” and then promptly evaporated into fog before your eyes.
The part you didn’t bear witness to is that I did write 50,000 words in a month.
(cue bookmarkedone chucking the stale confetti everywhere)
And I have a couple of drafted posts in the wings waiting to gush about the adventure. But before that–
I can’t tell you anything.
I know, I know, I know! It’s ridiculous! But–
My NaNo project is on its way…somewhere.
I wasn’t completely satisfied with what I wrote during November (first draft! What are the odds?). And while I hit the 50,000, I didn’t write everything I wanted to. I was still thinking about my characters.
Very dangerous. Don’t do this. If you let your characters stay awake in your skull, they’re going to kick their way out even if you want to work on other things.
And that’s exactly what happened. Maybe two weeks of lying awake at night thinking about my inky little friends, and I was back at it, reshaping the story.
Not a novel this time. Short story. Okay, longish short story. It’s fantasy. Cut me a little slack.
And–it worked. I think. Maybe. Hard to say. Anne Mazer’s trick of “stick a knife in the middle and see if it comes out clean” for finishing novels/short stories/etc. works, I suppose, but if you’re sleep deprived so you can’t speak properly because How Do You English Anymore–it’s kind of hard to tell.
I don’t have any idea what’s going to happen. I wrote it, I polished it, I sent it out.
Now I wait.
Probably three months, I wait.
(cue bookmarkedone faceplanting into a pillow because after that long, NaNo will be five months over, no one will care and actually, I might not remember what story I sent out)
So…yeah. You might get a pile of “I drafted a novel” posts in a few months. Entirely out of season.
Promise me you’ll love them then?
But wait! Why can’t you hear about it now? Who cares that it’s in process?
Ah, yes. Intelligent readers.
Blind judging. Yes, I know I blog under an alias, but even so my stuff is–distinctive.
I think. I hope?
And hey! New York Times bestselling authors have bumbled into my corner of the world before, it’s not impossible that friends in the writing world would put two and two together and boom! Bookmarkedone’s clearly dazzling short story is chucked in the bin because anonymity is toast.
Not going to happen today.
On the other hand…
I’ve got a story out. Maybe this will be the one. Maybe this time. Maybe.
That brings us to the end of December. But that’s not all, oh no.
For some reason beyond logical comprehension, I decided to write a flash fiction piece in 24 hours, miss the deadline by about seventeen minutes (because time zones. Why, time zones? Why?), have the publishers kindly consider my story anyway, and promptly chuck it in the bin, giving me the first rejection of 2023 and possibly the fastest rejection received to date!
On the same day my NaNo-Frankensteined-into-a-short-story project had to be in.
Don’t you love the end-of-quarter holiday season smashed into one?
Right. So frankly, I’m exhausted.
But that’s okay. Because I’m snuggled up in a big hoodie in the garrett, finishing a blog post before three in the morning. Clear night so I could do some stargazing on New Year’s. Had a bonfire. Finally got my grubby claws on a copy of A Tolkien Miscellany, at an antique shop, of all places. I think my copy of The Fellowship came from a different antique shop…not the weirdest place I’ve scavenged books.
Life is…crazier than I’d thought it’d be right now. Just when I thought things would slow down, violin, composing the musical, work, writing, and my own personal brand of chaos have whisked me away.
It’s not so bad. Most of the time. Except when it keeps me from writing. You know writers–pounding out that new story is the only thing we want to do–until we actually have time to do it.
Well, here’s to having the time and the brilliance. It’s a new year, after all.