Gentle Reader, I can’t believe it’s happened. Five weeks of writing every morning. I feel so accomplished! So proud of myself! And then, I remember how rough everything is and how much work I have ahead of me in revisions, and I come back down to earth once more.
I’m a sloppy writer, which my therapist believes is a way of my OCD coping with itself. Not everything can be perfect, and this is my way of allowing for creativity to blossom without picking and overanalyzing. She said otherwise, nothing would ever get finished, and she’s right. I remember my early days of writing, of rewriting the first chapters over and over again, trying to get them perfect, before I ever moved on, and a lot of times, I didn’t even move on. I just sat on the first chapter and refined it and refined it and refined it.
Then, in 2003, I told myself that I would write a novel, and I sat down and started writing. I wrote quick and dirty and I had a draft in a month. It was TERRIBLE. So I sat down and wrote another book. This one took about three weeks. I revised it and revised it and it was OKAY. Both have been revised even more, and now I have BECOMING and MARCH MADNESS being shopped to publishers, fifteen years later.
Fifteen years. That’s a long time to live with a draft. I put them aside for years at a time, but I always came back to them.
MARVEL AMONG THE DEMONS has been knocking around for about two years, and right now, is at 66K words. I’m close to the end, and I think I’ll get there by March. My plan is to rewrite like crazy during spring break (first week of March) and get it to my amazing agent then. After that? I don’t know what the next project is. I try to switch genres (MARCH is a mystery, BECOMING a Victorian urban fantasy, and MARVEL a YA novel). I have a completed draft of my contemporary YA, THESE HOUSES OF INTIMATE ACQUAINTANCES which needs revision, so that might be my next step.
But until then, I am writing! Every day! And enjoying myself once more! I feel centered when I write. It makes me feel grounded. I missed it when I wasn’t writing, and it feels good to put fingers to keyboard once again.