Authors, Writers, Publishers, and Book Readers
I've been trying to write an insert for the fourth book of my Knights of Camelot series. I'm a few thousand words short of my ideal novel length and there are places which need more detail. I began something last weekend and doodled about until I reached just over 2,500 words when I realised it was rubbish. Utter drivel.
Just a little unfortunate, so back to square one and try to pick a better subject. Fortunately I have a friend who knows my world almost as well as I do and while we were supposed to be training (martial arts), she hit (sorry about the pun) me with so many ideas my brain finally unplugged itself.
This started me thinking about all those words I have on my writing laptop, which will never see the light of day. All those characters which I turned my back on because I hit a wall at 25,000 or even 50,000 words in some cases. I'm always told to plan a book in detail. I'm not one of those writers, mores the pity, so I just write until a story is done and that either ends up as a book or not.
I have at least two full novels which are follow ups to my vampire books. They will never see a book shelf. I have five versions of one book that just won't be written coherently enough to become readable by anyone but me, and I have hundreds of thousands of words for books about fairies, demons, true historical fiction and crime.
Where does this leave me? With a lot of words. My practice words and words which kept me sane while other parts of my life fell a part. Sometimes words don't work and you just have to let them go, move on but never stop writing. It used to depress me when I would watch my characters die in my head and I'd fight to keep writing, which made me miserable. Now, I just release them, like good friends who you only know for a brief time but always retain a positive memory to carry through life.
Words are slippery, characters sometimes very real and sometimes ephemeral. The one thing I know for certain, the more I understand about the world of writing the more I know the true mystery of my muse will reveal herself in her own sweet time. I just have to keep practising and be willing to throw away the words she doesn't want to keep.