With Wild Spinning Girls waiting her turn with the woman who makes me a better writer, my thoughts turn to what comes next. My current Book 4 has had an erratic passage. It was first usurped between Ghostbird & Snow Sisters then again by WSG, getting periodically abandoned like an unwanted rag-doll in the process.
I’ve always believed some books aren’t meant to be written. As writers we have to learn this & know when to let go. In the past I’ve had no qualms about discarding stories & stuffing them in a dark drawer, or worse, killing them off completely.
This one though – the one I call RiverBook – simply will not be silenced. Regardless of several long interludes, it’s survived. At one point I was a hair’s breadth from dumping it. The main protagonist – a woman I think I may be slight scared of – was having none of it. She knew what was wrong with ‘the story so far’, but better still, what was right with it. She knew what was missing & what needed chucking.
A while back I did a big rewrite & decided yes, this is the one. I have 75,000 words which is almost a complete manuscript. Be rude not to finish it, frankly. No problem then…
You think?
One of the reasons for writing this down is so I can’t easily back-track & abandon the book yet again. And the reason I could be tempted is because there’s another one. A new story that excites me so much I can’t stop thinking about it. An altogether new way of writing, an almost entirely character driven story with virtually no plot, written in first person present…
I know… mad or what?
The plan – for plan I must have – is to potter until the New Moon on Thursday. See which of the word birds offers up the best pitch… They clearly love RiverBook & have stuck with it like a precious egg baby in a nest.
But they have a rival.
Yesterday, out & about, there was a wee spider in my hair. A friend spotted it & grinned when I said to leave it be; it was probably writing stuff. About her… the new one…
Onward & sideways…
The wild and sometimes crazy path of writing is strewn with discarded manuscripts, characters or small pieces of story. But I do so love the draw, and quite often the ‘drag’ by the scruff of your neck, when a tale won’t let go of you (or a character persists in haunting you)! A while ago, I wrote 3 novels, published the first and then two other stories barged their way in, which I am hopefully at the brink of publishing soon. My former second and third tales must wait their turn, 2 becoming 4, 3 likely to become number 7. But this is the way of the muse, sending us on journeys of discovery and awakenings.
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Oh, all of this, Elaine! What pleases me is that I have an excess of ideas. We need the next one (& the one after that.) The order is often irrelevant.
I’m still waiting to read your first! 😉
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