I’m slacking with this blog.
My whole life goes from being fantastic one minute to complete insanity the next. At least in my head it does.
I keep writing these posts thinking I have the magical cure every five minutes when in reality I don’t. I’m still learning. I keep jumping from one project to the other.
Part of me thought I should write a story that was new and different from my other story so people could experience my work if they aren’t fond of fae stuff. So I started writing that. It didn’t take long for me to figure out I wasn’t happy doing it. I had my character, my story which I loved, but something was missing and I couldn’t figure out what. So I hoped to another story I had worked on in the past that was completely different from either of them. Again, that didn’t last long.
I was writing the stories but it felt very forced and mechanical. Like I wasn’t actually writing it. Again, it’s not that I don’t love both those stories, because trust me I do.
Sometimes I think, taking the time to sit down and actually write it, is a lot harder than I realized. With my first story it was easy. It was fun to write, it came naturally. Then I decided to move to something else and it wasn’t so easy.
Now I’m at the point where I’m continuing my characters story into another trilogy. Again, it’s like flipping a switch for this story and I have no fucking idea why. It’s easy to write, I know what needs to happen and when. And I don’t second guess myself every five fucking minutes.
So I came up with a compromise. From now on I’m going to try and write one chapter from the story I want to work on in the morning and then in the afternoon I’m going to write a chapter for my new story. That way maybe my mind will be open enough to flow into my other story. Does that make sense or am I being crazy again?
I’m warning you right now the next blog post might be weird, like really weird. I’m still debating if I should dive into the topic or not. I guess you’ll find out next week.