I’ve been a bit lax with the Blog of late. At first I thought it was just because January and February were such a whirlwind for me with the launch of First of Her Kind and the Blog tour, and I needed some time to unwind. But as March slips on I realize two things.
One: This weather absolutely sucks. I mean big time majorly sucks. I realize there is little nothing I can do about it, but it has prevented me from pursuing my other passion — working my dogs. It’s making them, and me, just a tad cranky. Okay, it makes me cranky. It makes them stir crazy. If you’ve ever had to live with six bouncing off the walls Aussies (ages 1 to 14), I’m recommending it. At least for five minutes, if you can last that long. It’s . . . fun. I’m chomping at the bit to get out there. To do anything I would normally be doing at the tail end of March. But winter seems to have dug in her claws and refuses to give way. Wednesday was, laughably, the first day of spring. Twenty degrees, the ground covered in ice and snow, and even more snow . . . hey, happy spring, everyone.
Two: I am mired in the middle of Emergence and can’t seem to find my way out. Yes, it’s a first draft. Yes, I should just write past the problem and fix it later. And I did for a while. Then, Monday I realized that a scene I just wrote bore a marked resemblance to a scene from First of Her Kind. It reminded me of how I felt about Star Wars. Not the original trilogy — loved those, still do — but the prequels. I saw the first one, whatever it was titled, and all I could think was that George Lucas had just rehashed the original plot with a few extra bells and whistles.
I should just ignore it.
I should just lower my head against the wind and blowing snow, and march forward.
But it affects what comes after.
**Editorial Note: Following is what I originally wrote: It’s put me in a mood. A glowering, black, sucking mood that is a combination of Cabin Fever and First Draft Suckalisciousness. Yes, that’s a word. I said so.
If only I could get my foot out of the muck. Rather like stepping in the Bog of Eternal Stench. Hmm . . . The Blog of Eternal Stench?
To take up time I would be should be spending writing, I’ve been reading. Lots. Which has been both refreshing and depressing. I’ve been choosing some very well-written books which, of course, makes me question my ability. Ah, Self-Doubt, the ever-present demon of writers the world over.
Okay, didn’t intend to make this a pity party post. I’ll work through it. One way or the other.
**Editorial Note: But then I pulled my head out of my backside because: As it turns out, Wednesday’s WIPpet was like a jolt of energy. 20 very well received lines that put some pep back in my step. I could stop grumbling about Emergence and dabble with something else. Also, this post from Kristen Lamb’s Blog How Being Tired Can Make You a Better Writer for some reason really resonated with me. I think it was the whole sub-conscious discussion.
So, even though my two points above are still there, I feel much better now than when I wrote them.
I intend to share my list of awesome reads in a future post. Also, I have a great line-up of authors from various genres who I will be interviewing, and another list of others I intend to approach. I just need to finish dragging myself out of the Bog and finish up interview questions. I’m hoping to make that regular feature. Good for them, good for me, good to introduce readers to new books. Win, win, win!
See, there’s something to smile about.