There's nothing like the internal struggle of creativity, real life, and being physically and emotionally exhausted to put everything into perspective for you. The perspective being that if you don't fight through it and do it anyway, despite all the issues, it won't get done. And no one can do it for you.
So I'm listening to some Lindsey Stirling tunes, some Piano Guy tunes, and some other random tunes to inspire my mind so that before the evening is over and bed begins to call, there is an ample amount of words added to the existing in-the-works manuscript for my book.
I've often thought of revealing what it is I'm writing here because, see, it's easier to relate if you know more details. However, I also learned early on that revealing too much also seems to give people the notion that it's okay to share or inevitably take and do with what they will. It's a risky and sometimes crazy catwalk that authors tend to walk in sharing enough without giving too much.
Now I know that in all honesty, who cares about what I'm writing? I'm not even published yet so is there any hype to my upcoming work going out to the masses? No, but that doesn't make me any less protective of my work.
Not after first grade when my best friend at the time stole all my homework out of my folder when I was in my reading group and attempted to pass it off as her own. What a surprise it was to come back to my desk and find all of my homework magically incomplete and unfinished! Now how did that happen?
Then, of course, the one incident where someone took my writing and passed it off as their own. These occurrences both took place in elementary school, hardly a place that matters once you move on in life, but it was enough to teach me that giving out too much before its time is not a recommended thing. Even more, leaving it out there also isn't a good idea.
It's something that I appreciate learning early on, so hopefully I don't make the mistakes that Stephanie Meyer made with her Twilight series, or any other author whose work was stolen and passed off as another's. It's difficult to undo something like that once it's done. So why take the chance?
At the end of the day, and at the end of all this rambling, I still want to share something with you. But I'll leave it to you, all of you who are reading my blog, because I know I have readers. I know because blogger rocks and tells me how many people look at my entries. I even know your blood types, muahahaha! Okay, not really, but it does tell me when people read my page and about how many of you do.
So I know you're out there. Do you want to know anything? Please ask, because it might help me share more with you about what I am doing. I'll start.
What genre are you writing? I'm writing a science fiction series, with a basis in reality. This means it's not fantastical science fiction.
A series? Yes, it is going to be three novels long.
Is there a name for the book or series yet? There is a name for the first book and the series, but the other two books have yet to be named. No, I don't feel like sharing quite yet, but I lovingly refer to it as "E" when my husband and I talk about it. And yes, that is the first letter of the entire title.
How long are the books going to be? It's too early to tell, but I believe a modest 300-400 pages is expected, at least for the first book.
So now I leave it to you, do you have any questions about the book? If you are wondering where I got the idea for the novel, I'll remind you that I spoke about it in the previous entry, The Diner. I had a very vivid dream and woke up and couldn't shake it from my mind.
The dream itself has nothing to do with the story, but it inspired me to think about the dream and how it made me feel, and the "What ifs" started to whirl around in my head and suddenly, I had a story that over time has continued to evolve into what is now going to be an amazing series. Or at least it better be. I'm not putting out all this blood, sweat, and tears for nothing you know.
Go ahead, ask questions. It's no fun if I'm only sitting here talking to myself anyway. I can get rather annoying.