Yesterday, February 7th, was one year since I typed the first sentence of Circling. Back then it was called, “The Keys,” and the first sentence is no longer the first sentence, but it was a monumental day for me. I consider this day to be my writer’s birthday. On February 7th, I left a part of myself behind – mostly fear – and entered a whole new world. I typically celebrate writing accomplishments with a steak and a bourbon. I was far from home last night, so I kept it to a steak and Shiraz, and it was lovely.
In 365 days I have written and edited and edited and edited and edited and edited and edited and fucking rewritten and edited Circling. (< – – is an accurate assessment of my drafts). I wrote and edited and edited Forever Falling. The second book was a hell of a lot easier to write than the first.
What all of you published authors know (independent or otherwise), the lesson that I am just learning, is that getting a novel in front of readers – covers, promo content, a marketing plan, tech, all of this – is about as tricky as a first draft and not nearly as fun.
I have been adamant about not starting the third novel in this series of four, until Circling and Forever Falling are in your hands. I can’t keep all these balls in that air. I am a terrible juggler. The waking up at 3:00 a.m., worrying that John and Anna will destroy each other, blends with waking at 3 a.m., considering how and if Callum and Victoria can find happiness together. I can’t add a third story to the mix. So… I am not writing. I am not writing at all. I am selecting cover art and considering promotion strategies and researching conferences. But I am not writing at all. I haven’t blogged since I fell down the mountain after New Year’s Day. (I really fell down on the mountain, but the other is such a better sentence. I would prefer to say fell off the mountain, but it is a lie).
The real problem is that I am waking less and less at 3:00 a.m. I complain a lot about my insomnia. I hadn’t slept more than three consecutive hours since February 7th, 2014. This morning I slept straight through to 5:00 a.m., woke, glanced at my notifications and went right back to sleep til 7:00 a.m. My mind is turning to mush. I’ve started watching Grey’s Anatomy again and actually looking at the screen. I’ve been cooking and shopping and showering daily. This has got to stop! I long for those days I was taking in 900 calories a day, popping a Xanax to get 5 hours of sleep and writing 10,000 words a day. If I am 100% honest I can say there is probably no better feeling in the world than those days of insanity, pushing a story. On the planet, how many of us can do it, have done it, and strive to do it again?
So here I am at Starbucks… part of the early crowd for the first time in almost two months. Truly the Circling rewrite kicked my ass. I probably needed a break after that, but the break is done. After this is posted, I’ll start the final edit of Forever Falling and then onto book 3. That will be a joyous day! As we all know… a writer’s gotta write.
How is your W.I.P.? Challenges, successes? Share it and let’s commiserate and celebrate.
I seem to be playing this song constantly. It isn’t my usual but it has really gotten under my skin. It seems like a good song for beginnings…