As
we are approach the end of the cruel month of January, I’m looking back and
reflecting. You see this month taught me
quite a valuable lesson.
I
hit the ground running with BOOK SIX and before I knew it I was almost 20k
words in (that’s about a quarter of a book). Then the unthinkable happened - we fell
out. Yep, me and my work in progress
just stopped seeing eye to eye. It’s
only ever happened to me once before, and that was at a much earlier stage in
development.
I
figured I was tired, that I’d been trying to do too much. So I put my work aside and hoped for the best.
When
I returned to it, I still liked it and so did hubbie but something just didn’t
feel right. When I write, I start each
day eager to get back to my characters and ready to plough forward with the
plot. But this wasn’t happening with
this book and I found that I was finding any excuse to be doing something else.
But
not only was I not writing, I also
wasn’t thinking. That was another reason why I began to suspect
something was wrong. You see, as any
writer knows, when you’re mid-book your mind is constantly drifting, seeking
out your characters and testing snippets of dialogue or possible sub-plots. None of this was happening.
So
I did what I do best. I sulked for a
while and told myself I’d never write another book again - I’d clearly lost the
knack. All my bragging about not getting
writer’s block was coming back to bite me on the bum and it served me right. My writer’s days were over.
Then
a little voice popped into my head and, not only did it tell me that I was
writing the wrong book at the wrong time, it also gave me the tiniest seed of a
new plot.
I
went to bed that night and considered what had happened. Could I really ditch all the hard work I’d
put in and start on another project? - what if that failed too?
But
the following morning saw me feeling brighter and more positive than I had all
month. I had to listen to my gut feeling
and go with the flow.
And
that’s exactly what happened - I began to flow again. The words were flying out of me with no
blockages or hiccups and hubbie was delighted to see me drifting off again with
what he calls ‘plot face’.
I’m
not looking at the hours I spent on ‘The Other Book Six’ as wasted. I’m seeing it as a lesson, a very valuable
one. If something’s not working, you know it instinctively and no amount of
sitting looking at a screen or notebook will get it moving forward.
I’m
now 12k words into my new work and each day starts with that old familiar fizz
of excitement.
Not
only am I back on track but I’ll be ready for a blip like that if it ever happens
again - it’s no crime to cut your losses and I don’t think it makes you less of
a writer. I actually think it makes you more of one.
Now,
excuse me but I have a book to write. The
right book.
PS: There were two winners of the competition I ran last week. One chose 'Diary of a Mummy Misfit' and one chose 'Stilettos and Stubble'. Congratulations and thanks to all those who entered.
PS: There were two winners of the competition I ran last week. One chose 'Diary of a Mummy Misfit' and one chose 'Stilettos and Stubble'. Congratulations and thanks to all those who entered.