Trying to think of when I last wrote, and I can’t exactly remember. That’s bad, right? Early dementia? Or am I just too lazy to check this thing and find out for myself? Possibly both, and both are equally as bad.
Anywho, I thought I’d take a break from the current project to discuss with you some interesting bits o’ information, as well as an epiphany I recently had. So, grab yourself some popcorn and a little drink or two, aaand…here we go.
So, you’ll all be very pleased to know that my first novel HOLLY FREAKIN’ HUGHES is well on its way to being in the hands of the MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of people who wish to read it. It’s been a long road, mind you, with zero thanks to my habit of being indecisive.
I’ve gone back and forth on what I should do with it (self-publishing vs. traditional publishing), and I don’t really know what the right answer is. Actually, scratch that. I don’t think there really is a right answer when it comes to these sort of things, and it’s based entirely on what you wish to happen with the book, or how much time you personally want to invest in it. For this one, though, I’m pretty sure I’m leaning in the direction of self-publishing – at least for now.
Just because, well, it’s my baby and I don’t want anybody to tell me what the fucking fuck to do with it. …And that’s the stubborn mule in me talking. Don’t mind her. I just want it to remain my vision of what it should be, with its title, and the cover art I have pictured in my mind. I’m attached to my idea of it, and I don’t want it tarnished. This doesn’t mean I have anything against traditional publishing. Quite the opposite, in fact. That’s the Ultimate Dream, and I’ll get there.
Which brings me to…my next novel, currently titled SLEEPING TO DREAM. This is The Book, guys. HFH is my baby, my first born, my little bookling that I want to remain pure as pure can be. But STD, guys…
Whoa, wait a minute. STD? Might want to rethink this title, but anyway, back on track…
SLEEPING TO DREAM (title subject to change as of now) is my masterpiece at present time. I have never been more proud of something I’ve conjured and I cannot, cannot, cannot wait for it to be perfected. This is The One that will be sent to agents, and by the grace of God and everything else Holy, it’ll be The One that’s published and on the shelves of bookstores & libraries everywhere. And if my predictions of fame and glory are indeed true, it will also be The One turned into a blockbuster hit, starring Ryan Gosling and, uh…
My knowledge of current Hollywood is lacking, but you catch my drift. Anyway, my point is, I’m incredibly proud of what I’ve created with this one. I mean, I’m immensely proud of myself with HFH, but… There’s something about this one, guys. This one… This one is special, and I. Cannot. Wait. For whatever happens with it.
Which brings me to…my CURRENT project, and the epiphany I had earlier.
So, I was recently hit with inspiration that I will keep to myself (har, har), and just started to write. This was my former way of writing, see. I would just sit down at the computer and start type, type, typing until I felt the story had manifested itself. Then I would more or less rewrite the whole damn thing for the sake of continuity and, well, it made for some lengthy writing stints that may or may not have been completely unnecessary. This is also why it took me years to write HFH (well, that and some other mental roadblocks), but I tried something new and that something new was what brought me to finish Holly’s first installment. This “something new” is what also brought me to write a draft of STD (yeah, really need to think about this…) in a little over a month. So, clearly I’ve found something that works, right?
Well, I decided to revert to old habits with this new project, and you know what? I’ve been driving myself crazy for the past few days because I have ZERO direction, and that’s when I had my epiphany: Holy crap, I have a method.
Every writer has “their” method, right? And it might not be what works for everybody, but dammit, it works for that one individual writer the way punching herself in the chest works for Celine Dion. Well, I found mine, and the second I realized that this is exactly what I need to do from here on out with every single novel I attempt to write, I sat down with my handy dandy notebook and got to writing. And you know what? It’s been smooth sailing. Smooth as buttah.
Perhaps I will share that method with you one day, but for now… I’m off to do what I do. Make magic with words.