Recently, I was out driving, listening to music, when a little light-bulb popped up over my head. I’ve had an idea in my head for a novel for probably a decade now, just the rough bones, no real development. It’s patiently waiting for more decision and structure, and some of that structure suddenly came into existence. Not enough to have the whole novel pictured in my head, but enough to write more notes in my writing journal.
A week before that, a general idea I’ve had floating around for a few months now sprouted from an idea into very vague bones. Likely it’ll be quite some time before anything more comes from these bones, but they’re there. Notes written. Waiting.
And back a bit more time, a couple months ago, I was struggling to work on the manuscript I’d been trying to complete for two years. I decided that maybe I needed to focus on a silly, fun manuscript, something with no emotional baggage. Something brand new. Jason and I came up with a ton of pieces, rolled the dice, and formed a silly little contemporary fantasy novel for me to have fun with. Except I still couldn’t write, because it wasn’t the manuscript that was the problem. It was my brain that was the problem. And so another idea sits, shiny and new, mostly formed, waiting.
Not to mention the manuscript I’m in the middle of. The one I’ve been writing for the last two years or more. The one that has been pouring out of me since my brain got unblocked by the right medicine, and the words could actually come free from where I’d been swirling them all this time. The one I’ve finally entered that last final stage of writing, where the words keep coming and I’m tired tired tired but just need to make it through to the end before I can rest – a wonderful but exhausting place (Nine of Wands).
Not to mention the two other second drafts that have been waiting for their turn for the last few years. Not to mention the dozens of other books in various states of planning that are waiting, waiting, waiting.
So many books, so little time.
I’m used to people saying this about books to read. But this…this is about books to write, and GAH it takes a LOT longer to write a book than to read one! My brain is exploding. I want to write all the things! And I have no idea how I’m ever going to get through all of them!