The Path That Lies Before Me
Ah, at last, the weekend is here. No matter how bad/irritating/homicide-inducing the week has been, after work on Friday, I feel awesome.
The past couple of days have been good for writing, and I’m concentrating on that. Right now, I’m in a state of slight distraction, really. I’m reading a manuscript for a friend of mine, and I keep wanting to work on that, because I’m enjoying it. I have it on my iPad so I can make notes on the pdf as I go. Stupid day job is totally getting in the way. I think they should just let me read at work. This is much more important than what they have me doing.
I’ve also been steadily editing away on Ether Flows in the evenings though, and have made it through to the end of chapter 14. I might have gotten more done yesterday, only my brain exploded. Yes, again. I swear, it’s both thrilling and slightly irritating. This time it was The Queen and Raven going off, and me typing away furiously at Starbucks trying to keep up. I made it, but it was a near thing. So many things unlocked with that one yesterday, though it’s nowhere near ready for me to start writing it. I have an idea of the general arc of the trilogy. Yeah, you read that right, I said it. ANOTHER trilogy. I think I’m going to make that my unofficial title, “Trilogy Specialist.” I honestly don’t try for that, but my brain seems to like the three-book structure. It’s almost comical really. The story’s still rocketing around in my brain a little today, but I haven’t had much opportunity to pay attention other than a few scribbles. They’ll go into the notes though.
So, to be honest, that means the next ten books I’ll be writing are already lined up, including Still They Watch, the close of the Necromantic series. A year and a half of solid writing staring me in the face, maybe more depending on how much I get done. Why yes, that was my heart rejoicing that you heard. The scary part is that this only sort of dents the notes on ideas I have in my Notes app. Seriously, there’s plenty I still have sitting there, waiting for a bit of attention and exploration. If I ever even suggest I might be suffering from writer’s block, feel free to laugh at me. Or slap me. I might need that to get my brain working again.
My one problem, looking at all this work I have lined up, is that I really do need more hours in the day. One of my colleagues today asked if any of us at the meeting knew of a way to stretch time. I told him I wanted one too. What I really need is my own personal time turner. I’d be doing every hour over at least twice, in addition to the base hour. Maybe then I could keep up with myself. Maybe. I’m not convinced it would be possible. More hours may equal more ideas and inspiration. Such a hard life, I know. :p
It’s funny, I’m closing in on a year of committed writing, of doing it every day, and I find myself looking back, as well as looking forward. Back at the things I’ve accomplished, the changes it’s wrought in both my life and myself. Forward to all the challenges, the hopes and dreams. I have some ideas for a special post when I hit that year marker. Actually, I have a couple of ideas, I just have to decide between them, really. I’ve got time, as that isn’t until late October. Oh yes, and sometime between now and then, I’m going to do a cover reveal, I think.