There Is No Off Switch
Okay, I fail at distracting myself, and the rest of the internet apparently fails along with me. I took 2 hours off. That’s it. 2 freaking hours. I did half the outline last night. It was in better shape than I thought. I finished the rest of it this morning. Yeah, yeah, workaholic, addict, relentless. Call me what you want, I’ve probably already called myself worse.
I just needed to work on something that wasn’t editing for a while. For me, the switch from editing to writing prep is as good as a rest. After finishing the tweaks to the outline, I was fully recharged. Energized and ready to blast off. So I did.
I can’t think of a single person on the planet (who’s heard of me) that will be surprised to find out I started writing today. Yeah, All Stitched Up is underway. Devan’s adventure moves forward. Looking at the outline, this is going to be long. Really long. The first draft will probably be longer than Where The Ether Flows was at that stage. I will be frightened if it ends up being longer in first draft than Ether Flows is now. *trembles* It’s not impossible.
For the curious, progress thus far (not done writing for the evening by a long shot I think) is 2,078 words. I bet I can lick this August Camp easily. After all, it’s 31 days long, and I’m starting on day 5. That’s hardly late at all. Oh, did I mention that it’s a long weekend here? I don’t need all 31, no, not me. I’m guessing that none of you are betting against me, either. Of course, having said all that, I now fully expect that some roadblock will come up and I’ll fail this one miserably. It happens every time I get confident, honest.
I swear, when I finish this one, I’m going back to do another round of editing on The Nine before I even start working on Book 3 of the Necromantic trilogy. I don’t need the outline for that one until the end of October, so there’s time and other stuff I need to get moved along the process. Like the blurb for Possession, which I will likely require sooner rather than later. It’s amazing how it piles up behind you. It does not help that this year is zooming forward. How is it already August? Wasn’t it February just a few days ago? At this rate, I’m going to blink and find it’s December. I’m not ready for the year to end!
Oh, and this picture is my brain on story. I swear.