I took some time away from writing professionally and now, about four years later, I'm trying to get back on the horse. It's a bit more difficult than I remember, or at least difficult in a different way. Not only are my words now rusty and stiff, slowly loosening and breaking free, I'm writing something totally different. Women's Fiction.
I think it's cool. Fun. Exciting. I'd like to just focus on writing them.
But my fans want more Dubric.
Now that the new book is essentially done (arrgh, to finish the polish and send it to my agent so I can get it out of my head!), I've been struggling to get back into the old series. I have a lot left to talk about there, and I still love - or, in some cases, despise - the characters, but my original plans don't seem to be working. They're not angsty enough. And, frankly, they're a bit trite and safe. Totally unacceptable.
For the next few days I'm going to work on getting a solid, functioning concept for Dubric #4 that scrambles forward instead of languishing on the page like a deflated pool toy.
Plus I have four paper-pieced blocks for my sewing class to finish, one closet to empty out, and all of the normal house-wifey things to do.
It's going to be a busy weekend! :)
5 comments:
Sounds like you have a full weekend!
"scrambles forward instead of languishing on the page like a deflated pool toy."
Oh, my gosh, that's totally what mine is doing. I'm to the point that I know I have to finish it because I'm sure it's salvageable, but if it's starting to bore ME, there is something wrong.
OMG, EJ, it's awful, isn't it? {{huggs}}
Brainstorming with my daughter helped - she knows all the characters and history and things happening in the background of the books and characters - and she's helped me find ways to make Dubrc and Lars's life HELL. Which is cool. Now I just have to make the story part work. lol
"languishing on the page like a deflated pool toy."
I didn't think I'd sent FOOLING MOTHER NATURE out for anyone to read.
I'm sure it's much better than my early versions of Stain, Jean! {{huggs}}
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