I have been so frustrated lately. I have contracts to fulfill - books to write - and everything I've tried to put on paper is absolute crap. Yeah - in general writers believe everything is crap until we hit the end of the book. Once we write The End we're pretty sure we've written the Next Great American Novel.
Until then - the writing process just sucks. :)
I have some really fun projects on deck:
Rites of Spring, the sequel to Winter's Daughter
Tactical _____, the next SWAT story
Santo's story from the Jane Porter series...
A cool Urban Fantasy with no title...
But I'm having a hell of a time writing them. I've started Rites - the Prologue is is done and I've written three chapters...but let me clarify - I've written the first chapter three times...and thrown them all out.
I keep telling myself that it just needs more time to percolate. I've found that some books just flow from my brain - the Jane Porter books - and others need to be wrenched from my soul (Winter's Daughter). I guess this one will need to extracted with force.
Now where did I put the aspirin... :)
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Belly Button Lint...
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Well, I've got a deadline next month, and I'm still angsting over the fricking ICs of the characters. Well just one now, but it's like pulling needles from a haystack. I wasted a whole weekend doing nothing but thinking. And not much of that. I feel your pain. *sigh*
I love writing...but sometimes it isn't all bon bons and dancing boys. :)
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