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Back in business
Aug. 14th, 2007 11:10 amI'm back from my sister's wedding, and have a relatively empty plate. I did a good job at clearing away my to-do list before I left.
I expect the ennui to siddle up to me anytime. I'm sort of undecided about projects at the moment. I may take the time to go on a read-a-thon or something. I do have a queue the size of Toledo. And Toledo ain't nothing to sneeze at.
Part of me wants to give Revenant Blues another run, and part of me is screaming and waving its arms, telling me that the story is dead. And by dead I mean the first draft that was not fit for the English language, and the following *five* revisions would burn your retinas so bad that you require immediate medical attention. Seriously. I'm wondering why the people who read it for me the first time through didn't send *hit men* out to get me.
And part of me can't let go of the parts of the story that are juiciest, and IS wondering if it can't be remixed maybe into something that doesn't, yanno, suck. There are parts of the story that I still think about, still find myself jotting down notes about.
Still, maybe that's just fondness. That novel was a first for a lot of things, and an important step for me. It taught me a lot of things about myself as a writer and a person. It also taught me what a novel looks like when you're knee deep in its guts.
Writing is a very emotional art, but I think the best writers make their big decisions based on something more calculating and ruthless.
I'll sit on it. I do know that I have a lot of ideas that have been waiting in line patiently for their turn, and some of them are really good ideas that could sell to someone someday.
I expect the ennui to siddle up to me anytime. I'm sort of undecided about projects at the moment. I may take the time to go on a read-a-thon or something. I do have a queue the size of Toledo. And Toledo ain't nothing to sneeze at.
Part of me wants to give Revenant Blues another run, and part of me is screaming and waving its arms, telling me that the story is dead. And by dead I mean the first draft that was not fit for the English language, and the following *five* revisions would burn your retinas so bad that you require immediate medical attention. Seriously. I'm wondering why the people who read it for me the first time through didn't send *hit men* out to get me.
And part of me can't let go of the parts of the story that are juiciest, and IS wondering if it can't be remixed maybe into something that doesn't, yanno, suck. There are parts of the story that I still think about, still find myself jotting down notes about.
Still, maybe that's just fondness. That novel was a first for a lot of things, and an important step for me. It taught me a lot of things about myself as a writer and a person. It also taught me what a novel looks like when you're knee deep in its guts.
Writing is a very emotional art, but I think the best writers make their big decisions based on something more calculating and ruthless.
I'll sit on it. I do know that I have a lot of ideas that have been waiting in line patiently for their turn, and some of them are really good ideas that could sell to someone someday.
