The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
I'm not all that sure that the squabble would be different, just the scope.
Yes, this. And what's more, if you happened to be a writer who wrote 16th century buccaneers on the Spanish Main stories, the situation would be just as useful, if you were willing to open up to it. The dollars can be pirate gold, their Dockers can be the clothes of the period, and the language would change to reflect your setting and characters, but for heavens sake, it's two men arguing over money.
And if that doesn't illustrate a universal, I don't know what will.
Family business is family business.(Me, I'm Fredo, except I didn't get a gig in Vegas...don't everyone remind me how Fredo ends up all at once.shudder.)
Fredo is still expected to show up at Christmas. Van, gaming license, six of one...
I probably shouldn't have even included the bit about "what if I don't get any new ideas," because it's really NOT a major worry. Dammit, I know I worry too much, but I really don't sit around obsessing over every little thing. Just because I say I'm worried, or "what if," doesn't really mean I'm sitting around tearing my hair out over it! All I meant is my brain has this story generation process I don't completely understand or control, and that while it's cool, it's also a little freaky, because I don't know whether it's going to decide to give me ten books in the next month or one in the next ten years. That's all.
Maybe you shouldn't have, because I did read your first post to be taking inventory and concluding that worry was in order. You were just wondering how much people had on their back burners, then?
I don't qualify for the first part of your question, because I don't write (in the sense of have started but haven't completed any) longish form fiction. I can't quiet down enough. I have had one story on a back burner for 25 years or so. I have had a second on the burner since Ben was born (9 years), that keeps trying to merge with the first story, but it ought not. I have had a weird fantasy one on another back burner for what will be two years, coming this June. Except for the M.E.verse, and LotR, I don't believe I have a firm enough background as a reader of fantasy to even attempt that one, for years. I have had a fourth on the back burner since last Easter. There have been other stories that have charred so badly from neglect, I've thrown out them and the pans they rode in on.
Still? I'm gonna need a bigger stove.
Sometimes just getting stuff on paper without the high helps...Cindy, I know you get pulled in a lot of directions...Susan too.
I've found myself repeating things like "It's okay to suck." and "Failure is how we learn." during difficult sections. Not cheering, but it keeps me from freezing up or waiting to get "inspired".
Because it is more the exception than the rule...I had a high about a month ago but there would be a lot of unwritten words if I waited for another one instead of trying to commit.
You're completely right about just writing it. At this point, because I am still kind of fond of two of the ideas (the two newest), I want to wait, 'til I can court them, properly.
For the story that was born soon after Ben, I did get an awful lot written down. I had a nearly supernatural boost in creativity when he was a baby. I don't know if I was on some "I HAVE GIVEN LIFE TO ANOTHER" ego kick, or what, but it was a great side effect. I don't know where it all is, now--the story or the creativity. I think a good deal of the story is on the hard drive of a broken laptop. There's probably some paper, somewhere around here, unless I got ruthless and tossed it out, when we moved.
The story I'm most likely to tackle first is the one that's only about a year old. But I need to do some serious research first, and I keep putting it off. I also just need practice. My muscle has practically atrophied.
This year, I lost free time. Last year, I had two days a week, where I had four childfree hours. The first semester of this (school) year, that plummeted to about two free hours. This semester, I have zero. Well, I have 15 minutes after I drop off Julia, while I dash across town, to get Chris. My "plan" is to get serious, once Chris is in school. In the meanwhile, I just blab or braindump.
Maybe it was hormones...there are times I write like a fiend OTR.(Wow, Bitches writing Workshop, much? Sorry if that was TMI.)
Not TMI for me, erika. It very well could have been hormones. It lasted quite a while, though, so I think it might have been somewhat psyche based, too. In general lately, I just feel like I am getting the life sucked out of me in every direction, and I just don't care enough to try to get serious. I can't finish a book
as a reader,
right now. I used to read a few books a week.
The only one that's percolating right now is this past NaNoWriMo. Stuff keeps happening to the characters, but I haven't actually written a word of it down.
The SO & I are having Year of the Artist, in which we give each other periodic challenges in various arts (those we are comfortable in and otherwise). His current one for me right now is to write a story in fifteen drabbles. I think I'm going to do the backstory of the NaNoWri 'cause so much of what happens for them comes from the backstory, but it's not all clear to me yet.
Long things that want to be written by me.
The thriller deb and a couple of others have seen the first chapter of.
A potential murder-in-a-small-town series set in a northwestern Pennsylvania town much like the town I went to college in, starring a New York cop turned pre-law professor and his wife, who's head of the Archaeology Dept. Handy when you need bodies discovered in strange places. "Dammit, what's this doing in my dig!"
Another cop story, but this cop is the younger brother of an aging rock and roll star who abandoned the family years before in search of fame and has been trying to mend fences with the family. Unfortunately, the wrong girl died of a drug overdoes at a party said rocker attended, and there's the question of just how closely big brother is trying to live the clean and sober lifestyle. Just imagine seeing your own big brother on a VH1 Behind the Music episode.
This is completely separate from the huge stories that want to be told in fandom.
Well, my dad and my brother are fighting about the nature of their insurance business right now. In the book they are fighting over millions, instead.
Tangentially, I'm an old fan of Jim Thompson 50s potboiler novels. They tend to be very trashy, and about the kinds of people who abscond with $2000 rather than $2 million. I didn't think that world really existed (any more, if it ever did), till I met my aunt's new husband, who is an aging insurance adjuster in Tulsa. Over the course of a fine dinner, he told some of the most hair-raising stories about drama over petty amounts of money, it was like he was a pulp narrator come to life.
If I'd taken notes, I'd have a 5-book deal by now.
