I'm writing away. Feels good, but it's slow going. With a poem, boom, you write it, a draft is done, share, revise, edit. Boom done. With a novel, it seems that every paragraph is its own poem. That is a lot of work!!! So I'm trying to keep the love alive--write a bit each day. Like with a poem, the "book" comes together poem by poem over a few years, so a novel does too. A novel comes together paragraph by paragraph, by page, by chapter. A friend of mine suggested to allowing myself to play. I don't have to write the book in order. I can write the scenes that are hot in my imagination, and then figure out the order later. Writing as process....
I dream of the day when I can go back to writing and reading for the pure pleasure of it. Right now my time is totally taken with promotion of my last novel. However, llittle jewels of ideas are coming through. I think my ancestors feel it's time for me to get back to telling the untold stories of their times and are sending me messages in my dreams and my meditations. I scribble the ideas in my journal and long for the time when I can develop them into fully fledged scenes. I think that I will finally have time by the beginning of the coming year. In the meantime, I pay attention. And I celebrate the fruits of all the years I worked on my last book. Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
I'm writing away. Feels good, but it's slow going. With a poem, boom, you write it, a draft is done, share, revise, edit. Boom done. With a novel, it seems that every paragraph is its own poem. That is a lot of work!!! So I'm trying to keep the love alive--write a bit each day. Like with a poem, the "book" comes together poem by poem over a few years, so a novel does too. A novel comes together paragraph by paragraph, by page, by chapter. A friend of mine suggested to allowing myself to play. I don't have to write the book in order. I can write the scenes that are hot in my imagination, and then figure out the order later. Writing as process....
Yes, this is how it comes together—patiently and filled with the unexpected! Suerte as you continue! ☺️
I dream of the day when I can go back to writing and reading for the pure pleasure of it. Right now my time is totally taken with promotion of my last novel. However, llittle jewels of ideas are coming through. I think my ancestors feel it's time for me to get back to telling the untold stories of their times and are sending me messages in my dreams and my meditations. I scribble the ideas in my journal and long for the time when I can develop them into fully fledged scenes. I think that I will finally have time by the beginning of the coming year. In the meantime, I pay attention. And I celebrate the fruits of all the years I worked on my last book. Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
Beautiful! You are the one to tell their stories… 🤗
Congrats on promoting your new book! And sorry for the exhaustion, but the ancestors are sending you love!