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Back In the Saddle Again, or, Returning to Fiction After a Big Pause
Think of it this way -- if you drop the ball for too long, and years flow by -- there's a stranger staring back through the monitor at you, a person with different life experiences and priorities and beliefs. And you're asking her to go back into the minds of people she stopped visiting with regularly...stopped seeing a long time ago, in many cases.
And you may still have around your neck the dregs of whatever stopped the muse from kick-starting you going, whether it's health, or finances, or family combined with one of those -- real issues that leap into your face every time you turn around.
It's not that you can't go back and visit with them again -- in fact, if you're lucky, once they see you're serious about it again, they'll fall all over themselves to give you an update. Sometimes the problem is how to slow them down so book-sized chunks can be cut from their volumes of stories.
Or at least it’s one of the problems for me. The new me has a subterranean agenda. I have to remind her that subtle is what will get us both what we want.
Current complaint -- back brain wants a lot more research than is needed for this book. I relate to her wanting depth in case other books are wanted, but we must be realistic -- we've got to sell the first book before anything else happens.
And you may still have around your neck the dregs of whatever stopped the muse from kick-starting you going, whether it's health, or finances, or family combined with one of those -- real issues that leap into your face every time you turn around.
It's not that you can't go back and visit with them again -- in fact, if you're lucky, once they see you're serious about it again, they'll fall all over themselves to give you an update. Sometimes the problem is how to slow them down so book-sized chunks can be cut from their volumes of stories.
Or at least it’s one of the problems for me. The new me has a subterranean agenda. I have to remind her that subtle is what will get us both what we want.
Current complaint -- back brain wants a lot more research than is needed for this book. I relate to her wanting depth in case other books are wanted, but we must be realistic -- we've got to sell the first book before anything else happens.
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Been where you are, didn't like it, kinda there now really.
Won't help it --
I'm teaching myself to write first drafts that aren't 90% finished. (I had the lucky or unlucky gift of being able to hold a 110,000 novel in my head, and then stuff just poured out over the months. Can't really do that right now.)
So the brain is being told, "Yes, yes, I know, but we're going to do the first draft anyway. Come along."
Some days I feel like Mary Poppins....
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All I can really do otherwise is heal -- and writing tells me how far my brain has come back. So...write on!
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And, joy, joy --
Yuck. I sure hope I don't owe anymore. I have enough outgoing this month.
Take your time