Monday, May 16, 2011

Reflections

Yeah! My back is no longer seizing up and I can breathe without pain! But I haven't just been lounging around in a flexiril coma, no, no. I have the final scene of part two of the current novel(s) in progress to write and will be done with the first re-write of both. Then I will begin the second rewrite of part one and edit part two. Part three is just gonna have to wait until I've got part one polished enough to leave alone.

Tomorrow marks the end of my Jubilee year. There were no spectacular changes or upheavals this past year, but two very important things occurred: 1. I successfully weaned myself off the anti-depressant I was on, and 2. I'm writing again!

It's been almost seven years since I've written at this pace. Jason and I were just friends in the same writers group the last time I was this possessed by a story, so he'd never really seen how immersed I get. My house is a wreck, dishes aren't done, there is an inch of cat fur on everything, I'm wearing the dregs of my wardrobe because I don't do laundry, the fridge has gone empty on several occasions (last time I went to the grocery store, I did so because there was only an old bag of corn that I use for knee icing and a pie crust in the freezer).

I had a cup of chai with Andra a few weeks ago, and we talked about how the characters of our novels just yammer on and on in our brains until we write down their stories. It was nice to say that, out loud, to someone and not get that humoring look.


So that is where I have been for about a month now. It isn't so much the main characters, it's all those little people who show up here and there, they've got something to say, they want to explain themselves.Writing a novel is like building a house. First you get the foundation ready, then you put the frame up, then the plumbing, the electrical work, the walls, the roof, and finally, you decorate. I've just finished framing.

Thor sez: Run out of cat food again and I'm going to pee in your laptop.

3 comments:

chuckography said...

So glad to hear you're feeling better! Go get that novel.

andrawatkins.com said...

I am so glad I am not the only one who gets that look. It's nice to know we're not insane. Just imaginative. :)

JanetLee said...

Chuck it was so good to see you last night! But I still think beer comes from rainbows, not rainbows from beer. I suppose it is a variation on the proverbial chicken/egg question.

Andra, I've given up trying to explain it to non-writers. Good, serious readers sort of understand, but mostly I get the frozen smile and I know mental eyeballs are being rolled at me.