A good friend of mine who is going through some hard times, tweeted me today and said that she “knows changes are coming but it’s the waiting that is hard.”
And I thought, YEAH, I get that!
Writing a book takes a long time. Even thinking up a story that can hold up to book length takes a long time. It’s not like we’re snoozing in the apple orchard and the most amazing tale just drops into our head. Oh, except for that Rowling woman, of course. Most often (at least for me) I get a little flash of an image in my head. Could be a girl (or a boy) doing something like….discovering a portal under his dining room table or cutting the head off a recently deceased snapping turtle.
Or it could be a place…a dark room filled with hunched figures over endless rows of desks or two girls on top of a billboard. Or it could just be that I finish one of those “wouldn’t it be cool if?” thoughts that I sometimes have.
Revising it takes a long time.
Finding an agent, getting a book deal, editing with an editor, waiting for the book to be published, waiting to see if it sells….
And the above scenario is not necessarily the one that happens.
It could be write a book, sell it, sell a few copies, write another book which doesn’t work, write another one that isn’t quite there, stick head in sand for a few months.
Write another book.
At the moment ASHES ASHES is at a fun stage. All edited, cover artwork getting tweaked. I’m just waiting on the page proofs. I should be receiving them in the next week or two and I hope they send them by courier because mail in Nova Scotia is delivered by decrepit whale and it takes over a week and a half to receive anything from the States.
(That’s from the East coast. West coast mail has to come by flightless bird (emu?) and then must bide time for the next decrepit whale heading north-east, which is why I’ve been waiting almost two weeks for something important from my agent in Los Angeles.)
I’m about 15K words into my current WIP but as I mentioned before that is slow-going. Things usually don’t start to pick up for me until I’ve completed about 40-50K words. Just after I break the hump in the middle and start the downward spiral. So although I’m having fun writing about Max and Skif and all, it’s not exactly making the hours whizz by.
11 days left in August….Has this always been an extra-long month?
I ask this because although I know I should be enjoying the relative leisure of just working on the new book, I am anxiously awaiting September.
In September (for the first time) both the kids will be in school, although the little one is only doing Mon-Wed-Fri.
In September, Super Agent Man (S.A.M.) and I are conferencing with editor re. marketing plans for ASHES. Also I’ll be chatting with Publicity person. And finishing up the aforementioned proofs. In September S.A.M will begin super secret discussions with other super secret entities. Can’t talk about that right now, but a plan is being formulated. Yes, a plan!
And all these exciting things will be going on in the 9th month
So from where I’m standing, August= bleh (of a sort) and September = a treasure trove of amazing and wonderful events.
The awful thing is, I always seem to be waiting for something that is just off in the not-so-distant future.
The danger is that I won’t appreciate what’s happening right now, in the now man!