An unfamiliar muse has awakened recently, undoubtedly freed by this waiting game. Not a darned thing I can do without answers. Query status stands as 1 not taking new clients, 2 rejections (both to eQueries) and 10 still out there… It’s day 22. Each anticipatory thought that ‘no news is good news’ brings a fresh rejection, but still, at the close of the day I will still have 9 hot queries out there.
Waiting… nothing to do yet…
Back to the Muse
Thankfully, this ‘not touching CONFLUENCE again until someone professional tells me how to improve it' has freed this strange muse… one I’m not sure I’ve seen before (might be Melpomene, but I never knew I’d like her so much! I’m going to keep calling her Id though). She is lusty and violent! She likes murder and sex and characters in mortal peril! Man, is this fun?! I truly think the first chapter I wrote Monday will be a ‘send me the full’ first chapter (if I could only hurry through the whole book with such confidence, I could sell it now! (Id is impatient… did you know?)
Actually, other than one chapter intertwined with back story that I have to get just right, I think the whole first half, or at least third, can be written in a matter of weeks. I have plot plans and characters who are in such an interesting situation that it nearly writes itself. What would the word be? Wrorgasm? I’ve been assured Borkgasm conjures all the wrong images… Seriously—I come off writing each night (and yesterday even before work! Eeek!) on such a high. I’ve written two chapters in two days and fit in two previously written to a cohesive plot. Wow! (not bad considering I spend 9 hours a day at a day-job).
The problem is the Id has no discipline. A book that is first half adrenaline, second half manual labor will disappoint. And the Id Muse is bad for family life (can you say neglect?)
But better a torrid affair and blocks to build on than celibacy, I always say… (okay, I’ve never actually said that, but I would, had the situation arisen…)
At the moment though, I feel a little like a junkie; poke me with a quill and let me mainline the ink…
[side note: Mr. Tart is 47 today. He requests you entirely ignore that fact.]
An unfamiliar muse has awakened recently, undoubtedly freed by this waiting game. Not a darned thing I can do without answers. Query status stands as 1 not taking new clients, 2 rejections (both to eQueries) and 10 still out there… It’s day 22. Each anticipatory thought that ‘no news is good news’ brings a fresh rejection, but still, at the close of the day I will still have 9 hot queries out there.
Waiting… nothing to do yet…
Back to the Muse
Thankfully, this ‘not touching CONFLUENCE again until someone professional tells me how to improve it' has freed this strange muse… one I’m not sure I’ve seen before (might be Melpomene, but I never knew I’d like her so much! I’m going to keep calling her Id though). She is lusty and violent! She likes murder and sex and characters in mortal peril! Man, is this fun?! I truly think the first chapter I wrote Monday will be a ‘send me the full’ first chapter (if I could only hurry through the whole book with such confidence, I could sell it now! (Id is impatient… did you know?)
Actually, other than one chapter intertwined with back story that I have to get just right, I think the whole first half, or at least third, can be written in a matter of weeks. I have plot plans and characters who are in such an interesting situation that it nearly writes itself. What would the word be? Wrorgasm? I’ve been assured Borkgasm conjures all the wrong images… Seriously—I come off writing each night (and yesterday even before work! Eeek!) on such a high. I’ve written two chapters in two days and fit in two previously written to a cohesive plot. Wow! (not bad considering I spend 9 hours a day at a day-job).
The problem is the Id has no discipline. A book that is first half adrenaline, second half manual labor will disappoint. And the Id Muse is bad for family life (can you say neglect?)
But better a torrid affair and blocks to build on than celibacy, I always say… (okay, I’ve never actually said that, but I would, had the situation arisen…)
At the moment though, I feel a little like a junkie; poke me with a quill and let me mainline the ink…
[side note: Mr. Tart is 47 today. He requests you entirely ignore that fact.]
7 comments:
Happy Birthday, Mr. Tart! (I never seem to follow directions...sorry.)
I've not thought about actually pinpointing the muse that's helping or not-helping us. I think mine must be the Ohhh-No.-Not-You-Again muse. The Id muse has visited me before, but not in a while. I think I tend to piss off most of my muses...
Elizabeth
Mystery Writing is Murder
(ignores as instructed)
That sounds great, Tamster!!! :D Hope everything keeps continuing well for another year or so!! :D
Sounds like you’re on a roll. I would take all of that I could get and worry about the technical stuff later. Discipline or no discipline, if the result is words on paper, it’s a good thing.
Best Regards, Galen
Imagineering Fiction Blog
Happy Birthday Mr. Tart!
Sweetie, you have momentum. Go with it. Explain to your family that writing will probably take most of your free time during the week. However, make sure to set aside some time during the weekend with kids and Mr. Tart. I am truly happy for you girl. Good luck!
...or just explain to your family that if they let you do this now, soon you will earn millions and millions and you can all go to the Bahamas whenever you crave a tropical drink. Or something to that effect ;)
(Happy birthday to mister Tart, since I figure that in your blog it's not allowed to follow the rules...)
Elizabeth: "the Ohhh-No.-Not-You-Again muse"---BUWAHAHAHA--I love it!
Thank you for the kind words and wishes everyone... Still seems to be plugging away--I have four 1/2 chapters done... plug plug plug...
And yes, Mari... that is a rational assumption... any rules here are probably meant to be broken... but if I tell my family about the pending success, Mr. Tart will start spending the money now, and the next several years will have drastically increased nagging from the childings on "can we go yet?"
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