Many of you have probably read the summary I posted for "The Line." Well, I hope you didn't fall in love with it because I'm thinking of going in another direction. Maybe I don't go into the heist but concentrate on her rebuilding her life...Hmm...I don't know just now.
The last week or so, I've stated how I can't seem to get my groove back. Which is understandable, I've got a lot on my plate. But today, Sunday, my husband took the kids out for some daddy/daughter time and left me and my aching knees (it rained, boo!) at home, so I frosted up a piece of orange cake I had just made and sat down to write the next scene to "The Line."
I read where I had left off. And then I immediately wanted to do something else. I didn't want to write the next scene. I wanted to do anything OTHER than write the next scene. This is unusual. I have loved writing this book so far. It, for the most part, has been a lot of fun, and has been flowing from brain to finger tip rather easily. But, and I don't know if you've noticed this, right about the time I hit Chapter Nine, everything came to a screeching halt, and partly because it had to. You can't take a book full throttle all the way through. Well, I suppose you can, but I personally wouldn't enjoy reading it. It's like that TV show "24." 100% adrenaline 100% of the time, and poor Kiefer Sutherland breathing through his mouth non-stop (I'm fairly certain his nose doesn't work, because he pants through each episode), and if you've ever tried to watch more than one episode at a time, you can't. It's too stressful. Or, at least, I can't. There's no break at any time in all 24 episodes and it's enough to cause an ulcer.
So, for "The Line," I've slowed it down and now, I can't seem to bring it back up again. I'm bored.
Now, I suppose I could work on something else. I have a YA fantasy that's 75% done. It's in 3rd omniscient and not bad, just needs some C story development. The first draft is actually done. I also have the incomplete revamp of "Shut Up." I just need to go through the brother chapters and fine tune his voice. But, I went today and spend a good thirty minutes reading each draft and I didn't want to work on anything.
Damn, I'm really bummed I missed the latest SCBWI Conference (this one in NY, hence, why I didn't go), but the conferences are notoriously good at lighting a fire under my ass.
The next one here in L.A. isn't until April and I don't want to write nothing and waste all the time before then. How does one light a fire under their own ass?
I need a word of encouragement. I need an editor or agent to express interest. I need to read more (yes, this is certain). I need to ... I need to...
I need newspaper, some kindling, a few logs and a match.
Any idea how that translates to writing?
Knowing me, I just need a week of reading and I'll get right back into it. Of course, Tweets from the conference had stated how "historical" is probably the next hot YA genre, so by the time I feel like getting my dystopic done, it'll be good and outdated.
Dang. Now I'm just plain cranky. Maybe that's my problem.
The last week or so, I've stated how I can't seem to get my groove back. Which is understandable, I've got a lot on my plate. But today, Sunday, my husband took the kids out for some daddy/daughter time and left me and my aching knees (it rained, boo!) at home, so I frosted up a piece of orange cake I had just made and sat down to write the next scene to "The Line."
I read where I had left off. And then I immediately wanted to do something else. I didn't want to write the next scene. I wanted to do anything OTHER than write the next scene. This is unusual. I have loved writing this book so far. It, for the most part, has been a lot of fun, and has been flowing from brain to finger tip rather easily. But, and I don't know if you've noticed this, right about the time I hit Chapter Nine, everything came to a screeching halt, and partly because it had to. You can't take a book full throttle all the way through. Well, I suppose you can, but I personally wouldn't enjoy reading it. It's like that TV show "24." 100% adrenaline 100% of the time, and poor Kiefer Sutherland breathing through his mouth non-stop (I'm fairly certain his nose doesn't work, because he pants through each episode), and if you've ever tried to watch more than one episode at a time, you can't. It's too stressful. Or, at least, I can't. There's no break at any time in all 24 episodes and it's enough to cause an ulcer.
So, for "The Line," I've slowed it down and now, I can't seem to bring it back up again. I'm bored.
Now, I suppose I could work on something else. I have a YA fantasy that's 75% done. It's in 3rd omniscient and not bad, just needs some C story development. The first draft is actually done. I also have the incomplete revamp of "Shut Up." I just need to go through the brother chapters and fine tune his voice. But, I went today and spend a good thirty minutes reading each draft and I didn't want to work on anything.
Damn, I'm really bummed I missed the latest SCBWI Conference (this one in NY, hence, why I didn't go), but the conferences are notoriously good at lighting a fire under my ass.
The next one here in L.A. isn't until April and I don't want to write nothing and waste all the time before then. How does one light a fire under their own ass?
I need a word of encouragement. I need an editor or agent to express interest. I need to read more (yes, this is certain). I need to ... I need to...
I need newspaper, some kindling, a few logs and a match.
Any idea how that translates to writing?
Knowing me, I just need a week of reading and I'll get right back into it. Of course, Tweets from the conference had stated how "historical" is probably the next hot YA genre, so by the time I feel like getting my dystopic done, it'll be good and outdated.
Dang. Now I'm just plain cranky. Maybe that's my problem.
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