Steps Down The Path

Back on with life. I learned last year that I need forward motion or I drown. Think about it like trying run on water really fast.

So, let’s start out nice and easy. And update on the novella, Through Windows and Hearts.  First, I’ve now cracked 10k, almost at 11k.  Yesterday wasn’t a great day for writing, but I got close to 2k, and I’m counting that as a victory.  I’m about two-thirds of the way through the story though, so I’m starting to doubt the length of the word count I thought I’d end up with. Yeah, I know, nothing new with that phenomenon.  The balancing act between the two plotlines is ongoing, but I think I’m doing a fairly good job of weaving them together, advancing one at the same time as the other.  Worse, my brain is trying to hand me a full novel out of this, one which would occur after the short story/novella/whatever this turns out to be.  No, no, no, I do not need another project I won’t be able to get to for another 2-3 years.  Please, brain, have some pity on the poor writer. Okay, I shouldn’t complain about all this inspiration, but it makes me desperate to write more, faster, because I want to get to it all now, and there’s too much for that to be remotely possible.  Just not enough hours in the day.

In other news, I’m itching to go back and edit Cayle’s short story, Secret Birthday, at least as much as I’m looking forward to actually cracking open the manuscript file I’ve already created for Unmasked.  That it’s the start of a long stretch of work with Cayle only makes me happier.

One of the things I’ve been learning about myself lately that I sort of already knew but is really coming home to me now is that I get embarrassed when people give me an opportunity to talk about my published work. I was at a staff christmas potluck yesterday when this really came to the fore. A number of my colleagues know I write, as it comes up every time they ask about weekend plans (why they keep asking is beyond me because the answer is always “writing” or “editing.” Maybe they want to see which answer it is this time.) Well, some asked again about whether I was published yet. I think I needed a shovel to dig the “yes” out of me. It was almost forcibly ejected from me. They were enthusiastic and insisted on being sent links, which floored me as always.  I don’t know why I’m like this.  One coworker, who managed to get this information out of me a couple of weeks ago, is now reading Bound and I feel a little embarrassed every time I see her, and when she comments on enjoying it, I’m fairly sure I turn a million shades of red, even accounting for the fact that I blush at the drop of a hat.  Seriously, it would be funny if it weren’t my flaming face.  I need to get over this and get more comfortable with telling people I’ve put a book out.  I need to actually promote a little more.  I’m working on it, a little, in the background, but I doubt I’m doing enough.

And, because I’m never doing enough, I’m trying to balance some reading time back in. I’m working on another book by Erica Hayes, Shadowglass this time. I do love the description she once gave of these books on twitter, fairy porn.  Totally awesome (not to mention true in some respects) but I love the world she’s created, even though I’m not always that into Urban fantasy.


About Julie

I'm a writer and photographer. I always have something with me to take notes for ideas or writing projects I'm thinking about or have on the go. I also like to go around with my camera and take pictures of anything that strikes me as beautiful or evocative. I'm perpetually working on one story or another, while waiting for enough distance to judge the last one (or more). I'm always working on several projects at once, developing the next book, even as I'm editing the last. Beyond that, there's always plenty of scraps and twists of ideas rolling around in my head, eventually turning themselves into full blown stories.
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4 Responses to Steps Down The Path

  1. wordsurfer says:

    I’m sure it’s something one needs to practice, much like anything else. It’ll probably get a little bit easier every time you tell someone you’re an author. 🙂

    • Julie says:

      It’s not so much a problem with telling people I write, or even being published. It’s that I feel like I might accidentally make them feel like they have to buy my book. I know it wouldn’t be doing that on purpose, but, well, I don’t want them to feel as if they had to buy it just because they happen to know me. I know, I’m crazy, it’s not like that (probably, maybe, I hope not). But I don’t even pretend to be sane. 😉

      • wordsurfer says:

        Ah, I get it. Well… Even if you were inadvertently “pushing” them to buy your book, you’d be doing them a favour. Not everybody can brag, when being asked what she/he is reading, that they are friends with the author. Or co-workers. That’s actually quite cool.
        On a more serious note – don’t you think that especially the people who know you will want to read your stories? Even more than strangers? Just because they know and trust and like you? (just a thought)

        • Julie says:

          Um, the thought’s occurred to me, but I can’t quite wrap my head around it. I might have just a few self-esteem issues. I’ve been told this is normal and not to worry. 😉

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