I do not know the way

Monday, April 17, 2006

[writing] Away again

My in-laws are off for two weeks of various travelling, and offered their house to me for a mini retreat. I leapt at the chance. It's less of a retreat than the last time I went, as their house has internet, tv, hottub, and sundry other delightful distractions, but I think that I'll be able to make good use of it. Mainly because my sewing machine won't be there, but also just because removing myself from the usual surroundings tends to stimulate my writing muscles.

The best would be if I could bull my way through the section I'm currently struggling with, and then do a readthrough to see where I can carry some of the themes and relationships that I've been developing through to the end. I don't know if I'll get that much done - I'd be happy with just finishing the scene I've been stuck on forever - but think positive, I say. I think that it is possible that I'll be finished a first draft and able to begin editing on my roadtrip with my dad later this summer. First draft is a bit misleading. At this point I've edited a good hundred pages or so into 2nd draft condition, I think.

People are asking me when I think I'll be done, when I'll let anyone read it, when they'll see it on shelves, etc. I always feel a bit odd answering the last one - I have no idea whether Quest will ever see the light of publication. It would be awesome if it did, but on the other hand, I think that my next book will be a far far better book in many ways. I might be wildly optimistic or insanely overconfident in my skills, but I really think that it's only matter of time and determination. Of course you have to think that way, or it would be really hard to go on, and of course there's that little nay-sayer who sits at the back of my head singing endless variations of who the hell do you think you are?!? but you know, I write well. I can tell a story. I've got stories to tell. And the way I felt after I decided to take my writing seriously was same way I felt walking down the aisle toward my husband on our wedding day.

This is right. This is the way things should be. I belong here.

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