Full Brain Syndrome
Ah, sweet progress, how I love thee.
Most of the progress has been on the short story from Sunday. I’ve now finished two passes of editing on it and I’m pretty happy. I’ve sent it out to a couple of test readers for feedback, and then I’ll see where I’m at. The deadline for this secret project isn’t too far away, so I’m glad to be this far along. I know, I’m being a story tease. I’ve discovered I like being that.
The next thing I’m planning is another round on the novella, Through Windows and Hearts. I’d like to get that out for feedback soon, for a number of reasons. Most importantly, I want to see how I did with this one, as it’s a bit odd. You’ll learn a bit more about why soon, so I won’t spoil that (or the story itself) soon.
The other thing is that I want to feel like I’m making progress again. I haven’t had a sense of that for a little while and I don’t even know why. Perhaps it’s just that mid-winter crap a lot of us go through. This time last year, I was so excited about how the rewrite of Bound had turned out that I hardly noticed. Also, I spent February writing Possession, the sequel, so really, I had a lot on my mind at the time. It’s not so much that I don’t this year, but I guess the nature of what I’m thinking about is different this year. I’m also wondering if I just have too many books on my brain at the moment.
Keep in mind that I have two books from my first trilogy still in editing (and therefor on my mind), all of a second trilogy, the first book of a quartet, a stand alone novella, a bunch of short stories, and another trilogy forming up. Oh, plus the outline for one novella to write, half an outline for another, not to mention a short story outlined as well. Sound like a SLIGHTLY full brain to anyone other than me? And, of course, on top of all that, is that fountain of story ideas and notes. That never stops. I don’t think it even slows down.
I’m finding it difficult to remember everything and I’m constantly afraid as I’m writing or revising these last couple of months that I’m repeating myself or forgetting important things. This despite a lot of notes and working with fairly detailed outlines. I think I need to get some of this stuff totally out the door (and brain) so I can try to concentrate. I also need to remember that there’s nothing I need to rush to do. My very vague, not really set goal for the year is four novels and 2 novellas of new fiction. That’s doable for me, especially if I don’t get myself so wound up worrying about not doing enough that I can’t think straight. I’m working on that, really. I’ll get there.
I know, I sound like I’m driving myself crazy these days and like I’ve overloaded myself. I feel like I’m whining too much about it these days, but it’s what’s going on and the truth. When I started this blog, I said I’d be true to myself and that it was going to be about me, so this is what you get sometimes. Don’t worry though, I’ll get it figured out. I think I’ve now gotten one thing off my plate at least. I just have to keep reminding myself, the to do list can only be accomplished one task at a time. I’m going to keep saying it until I’ve got it internalized. Worrying too much only sets me back even further, so I’m not going to do something that counterproductive.
On a brighter note, I got an incredible compliment from a reader the other day. Keep in mind that rereading a book is the best indication you can get that I enjoyed a book. This reader told me she not only stayed up too late the night before to finish Bound, but that she’d also started rereading it that morning. I might have just about cried with joy at reading that one. That’s not the only really sweet comment I’ve gotten from a reader on Bound (and I can’t express how wonderful it is to get those from any and all venues), but I really wanted to share this one. I just- I mean, someone loved it enough to want to dive back into the story right away. Wow.