Normally I get the week’s blog posts written early. I like to have two or three ready to go so, when the time comes to actually get something up, I don’t have to worry about it.
This ain’t one of those days.
I had all weekend to write. I had all weekend to focus and concentrate. I also had all weekend for Halloween events.
Well, for Halloween events and hangovers. There may even have been some drunk texting…and all I’ll say about that is that, for the next zombie crawl & party, I’m locking my damned phone in the car.
People who know I write love to ask, “What are you working on now?”
I hate that question.
I hate that question because the answer is always either insufficient, or confusing. Or both.
Responding with “Same book” just results in people looking confused and asking why it isn’t done yet. But God help me if I mention that I’m also exploring an idea for a completely different story.
Then the questions start: “What’s the plot?” “Who is the main character? The antagonist?” “What’s it all about?”
I don’t know, yet: THAT’S WHY I’M EXPLORING, DAMMIT!
And Silence isn’t done yet because, well, I’m having a hell of a time getting my focus back. I’m at the point in the plot where things are, err, “muddled”. I need to go back and clarify a number of points, as well as add a handful of scenes to play up a specific arc and theme I want to address.
Until I get all of that thought through and finished, I’m stuck.
It is times like this, of course, that I meet or hear about those writers out there who finish two or three books a year. Yeah, because hearing about that really helps! Look, I’m a one-story-a-year guy, and that ain’t gonna change…no matter how guilty and insufficient those “speed-writer” types make me feel.
Really…am I the only who feels that way? And when the hell did writing turn to the “faster is better” dynamic, anyway? Isn’t, uhh, ”better is better” the way to go?
Crap, this is why I need to bury myself and just go back to writing…thinking too much makes my head hurt.