Whew. Am I glad Winter is over.
Of course, as I’m writing this, we went from sunny and warm the last few days to rain, sleet, and snow today. Yuck! But that’s western N.Y. for you.
Thank you to those who sent get well wishes to my family and I. We had about a month and a half of someone (and usually more than one at a time) sick with colds, lingering coughs, and other maladies. Round after round of it. Needless to say, it’s taking me a little while to catch up with things.
Though illness wasn’t the only reason I’m behind…
I started writing a new novel.
What happened to the last one?
Yeah, about that…
I worked on my first novel for about five years, finishing a first draft and two and a half revisions. Some days I liked it. Some days I loathed it. Many times I made excuses not to work on it. I finally tried to figure out what went wrong but just got sick to death of it. I still think there’s good, salvageable parts to it. Someday, I’ll go back to it.
While I was ill, I couldn’t do much but lay in bed. In between reading some great novels, I worked through Holly Lisle’s newest writing course, Create a World Clinic. This clinic teaches how to worldbuild just the right amount for your fictional stories. As usual, Holly is creative, practical, humorous, and always makes me excited to write! I highly, highly recommend her courses. She always goes above and beyond for her students.
Um, where was I? Oh, yeah–
Great Googly Moogly! I came up with three ideas for new novels!
This is new for me. Incubating ideas was always an excruciating process. (For Holly’s students, I always had trouble with Calling Down Lightning.)
Maybe it was my fevered brain, but my Muse grabbed onto one of the ideas. Sunk her teeth in and wouldn’t let go.
*cue the parting clouds, double rainbow, and frolicking woodland creatures*
So, within seven weeks, the story (and barebones of a series!!!) was preplanned and I’ve started writing.
What a completely different experience this is from the first novel. I’m still completely shocked by it. I used to feel I was lacking something as a writer because I wasn’t inundated with ideas or thinking about my characters and stories all the time. I just figured I was the queen of compartmentalizing things.
Apparently, I was just creatively constipated.
Or, maybe my writing skills and life are becoming second nature to me now.
Either way, I’m truly grateful.