Oh my god, why is it morning already? All right, bear with me. I had a late night last night, what with my brain deciding to go into overdrive after I called it a night and tried to go to bed. Terribly inconsiderate timing, given how long this past week has been. I am so glad to see that one go out the door and be officially labelled “Past.”
The editing of Where The Ether Flows is still going slowly, but it’s definitely going well. I’ve rewritten whole sections, and I’m happy enough with the results that I don’t mind the amount of work I’m going through. But then, when do I ever mind writing-related work? So far, the answer is never, though time will tell if it stays that way.
In case anyone is wondering why I’m going through so much work and rewriting, it’s just one of those things that happens. By the time I finished the first draft, I had a better idea of what the whole story was, what it needed to be in the beginning chapters. Beyond that, the feedback I’ve received on other pieces has made me realize something I hadn’t balanced right in the first draft of Ether Flows. The good news, and something I take as a sign of growth for me as a writer, is that I can see that I need these things and I’m putting it in now, rather than giving into the lazy side that everyone has. You know the one. It whispers in your ear, “You don’t really feel like doing that. See if anyone notices it’s missing. Just fix the basic stuff.” Thankfully, I also have a really hard-working, relentlessly-driving professional side that won’t let me listen. I wasn’t trying to listen that much anyway. I want every story that goes out to be everything it can be, to grab you and not let go. If that means I have to go through and do this kind of work to get there, so be it. That doesn’t happen without the work anyway. So we’re getting there. I just finished Chapter 7 and am more than halfway through Chapter 8, so I’m almost a third of the way through the entire manuscript. I’m up to 86,725 words for the manuscript, so those playing the home version, please mark down that we are +9,006 words from the original total. Oh well, they’re good words, and the book still hasn’t cracked 100k. Beyond that, it’ll take as long as it needs to for me to really tell the story.
Speaking of stories, I should probably explain, while I’m in that kind of mood, why I was up late last night. I’m sure a few of you have guessed, and anyone who follows me on Twitter already knows, but I got jumped by another story idea last night. I was half asleep, and decided to stop editing. I’d have just needed to back over and redo anything I did at that point when I woke up anyway. Yes, I was that kind of mind-mush-tired. I put my laptop and iPad aside for the night and crawled into bed. For some reason, the idea of drawing had been kicking around my head all day, but suddenly painting got added to the mix as I lay in the dark trying to fall asleep. Unfortunately for that plan, the painting made everything fall together into a coherent idea that made sleep temporarily impossible. You have no idea how grateful I was that “putting the iPad aside” really means shoving it onto the other half of the bed, so I didn’t have to get up at least. I put my glasses back on and spent the next hour frantically tapping away as my brain geared into maximum overdrive. What came out is… wow, fantastic, awesome, challenging, wonderful… I need more words, but those are a good enough start to give you a hint. Then it took a while to actually get all the way to sleep. I’ve reread the notes this morning. It still looks awesome.
That one, which will go by the name Painted Picture for now has been added to the Project Status page, along with Wings in the Mist. That thing (the list on my project status page, I mean) is getting way too long. I need to get stuff out the door so it’ll come off the list. I need to write more, faster. I need 3 of me to keep up. I also need to get around to doing my planned post on ideas. I’m aware that not everyone has this much inspiration, this volume of story ideas flowing through their brains. I wish they did. I wish this on everyone, and my hope is that perhaps it’s something that can be learned to a certain extent. If that’s the case, then my further hope is that it will help others if I post about why these ideas all seem to gravitate into my brain. We’ll have to see. I’ll get there, really. Those kinds of posts just take a lot of time, and all of mine seems to be getting eaten these days by the twin poles of day-job and Devan. Not that I’m complaining. Devan’s totally worth it and I need the day-job to pay the bills. Stupid rent and food needing money…