10 Aug 2017

A Message from Under the Bed,

I'm not literally under my bed - it's one of those divan type ones with no storage under it so I would have to be a literal wafer to get under there, and, well, I'm not. It's a shame really because I find that hanging out with the imaginary monsters under there not only helps with my writing periodically, it's also a nice space to go when the world outside is, put nicely, being a bit rubbish. 

Without going into too much detail because some of it is work and I'm not allowed to - today has been pretty crappy. In fact, no, it's this week. This week has been pretty crappy. 

However, the good news is that, after a case of the tantrums (throwing my toys out of the pram and deciding I have had quite enough of this novel right now, tah very much love) I have finally picked back up on the novel I started for last NaNoWriMo and no, it is not almost finished, and yes, I do realise it is almost November again, could everyone please stop reminding me? 

It's hard though, because whilst that novel helps me work through difficult things from life, work and all that sort of thing, there are some things that happen and they just feel too raw for me to be able to write anything close to it right then and then, so the novel gets put down. Also, with NaNo being such a frantic rush towards a word count and my ever more ambitious marathon sprints and everything else going on, my novel is still in a few dozen pieces and the idea of having to remedy that at any point soon; quite frankly the thought of it makes me feel quite sick. 

I know it will get there, and it will get finished and then it will very possibly end up like several others and be banished to the dark corners of my hard drive where I can think about doing something with it but not in concrete enough terms to actually, well, do anything about it, because the idea of that is terrifying, but I don't want that this time, so I'm trying to leave less in there for "The Edit" that is never, ever just one edit. 

Christ, Fairies had been out about three years before I realised there were words missing and apparently the ending was Just. Too. Subtle. for some people to understand what I was getting at, and if there is ever going to be a sequel to it - not ruling it in, not ruling it out - the ending can't really have that level of ambiguity to it, can it>? 

/Tangent...

Where were we? Yes, trying to leave less in there for the edit, but the problem with that is that there is a limit to how much forward progress you can make when you obsess over EVERY SINGLE WORD! 

I'm going to go search for my sanity. Catch you later.

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