While I was patting myself on the back last week for having a Good Excuse ™ for not writing, and the resulting blog post hid the fact that I was a bit panicky about not writing, I was unaware my brain had sifted into a different mode.
Yes, I was right in the middle of a fight scene. Yes, it was THAT fight scene: the one with the inappropriately erotic words snuck into it. I was also working on the second draft of another short story, where I tackle the nearly illegible pen and paper scribbles and try to type them into a coherent story. Both are highly creative forms of writing, at least for me.
And they fell flat. Just gone, and hardly missed in the crazy prep for an anime con. When they didn’t come back on my first normal day for writing, I panicked a bit. Truthfully, a LOT.
I could feel them fizzing, or burbling, like a warm pot on the back burner of a stove, waiting for the right time to have a last-minute ingredient added. I’ve felt this sensation before, so I was soothed, because it comes back, the creative side of writing, when it is ready, and not a damn minute before. But that still left me stuck in front of blank pages…
Until I realized I had done something unusual to the novel that I laughingly refer to as my Work-In-Progress, despite the fact that I haven’t been able to stand the sight of it in nearly a year. I had been re-reading it in the evenings, to unwind, instead of my to-read pile.
And it’s rough, and I have made my usual mistakes, and I’ve made eighteen pages of notes for changes over the past year, but I still love the story, and I’m ready to work on it.
You know, being a writer would be a lot easier if we got some kind of notice when our brains sifted to another mode. I didn’t realize I was IN editing/revision. There should be some kind of “ping,” or spider-sense, or notice hammered to our front door. Instead we are suddenly swimming against the current, and struggling.
I’m better prepared for the task, this time, due to research and time spent working on smaller projects. It seems a less insurmountable mountain, shrouded in thick clouds. I can at least SEE what I need to achieve. My intention is to have a ready manuscript for either agent shopping or self publishing by the end of the year, if not sooner. Time will tell if I am up to the task.
Happy writing, editing, revision, or whatever!