Important safety tip: the flu is a great time for weird, out-there thoughts and dreams with all the potential in the world to turn into cool stories. It is also, however, a terrible time for remembering those ideas…
Two nights in a row there were wonderfully interesting ideas. And two mornings in a row there was a distinct lack of energy and focus with which to actually turn those fevered imaginings into something even so basic as a character or a setting.
Ah, well, such is life — it’s not like I need more little ghosts fluttering around the back of my mind demanding to be written. I have enough of those, thank you very much. Hell, there are a couple that date back to, err, well…
Let’s not get into how far they date back.
When I was young, I used to bitch and complain about writers who got distracted in the middle of a series. “How can you,” I would scream, “start writing something else right now?! Finish the goddamned series first!”
Umm…okay, so I actually still do that. I’m looking at you, Patrick Rothfuss…*
Ahem. Let’s not get into that.
As a writer, though…
As a writer, I completely understand that urge to explore different characters and different stories. There are so many stories to tell. And, as I’ve said before, the next story is always the most interesting one.
Which, of course, does NOT mean the Kingkiller Chronicles can sit there unfinished without massive consequences! Well, not without massive, ongoing nerd-rage, anyway.
Wait, what was I saying?
Crap, I can’t even claim a hangover, let alone a long New Year’s Eve, as an excuse for today’s random ramblings. Nope, the plague get’s that particular credit. Woohoo, sickness for the win!
Where was I? Oh, yeah: finishing stories.
You — well, I — “budget” a trilogy at roughly 350,000 total words. We — nope, still I — sit at the 200,000 word mark…and those fluttering ghosts still won’t shut the fuck up. Those other damned stories still want to jump up and down and demand their own attention.
And I still want to listen. Then again, in my defense, some of those stories sound like a lot of fun!
Those ideas, by the way, are precisely why this blog is semi-anonymous. Not only do I write fiction with a pen-name, but the sci-fi and fantasy stories get different pen-names. And 75% of those fluttering ghosts just happen to be fantasy stories.
I suppose there’s only one thing for it — time to get back to the writing…
*Just remember, Mr Rothfuss: even while you finish the third book, I still need my regular doses of Viari and Dreibus on Acquisitions, Inc!