It has been a long road since I started writing my novel Blood Feud. The journey began in April of 2012. I remember it well — a month of straight writing where the ideas just flowed like water. They pooled onto the page with little effort as months of thinking about my story and characters finally found a permanent place on the page. My story flourished but my poor family suffered from neglect. So at the end of the month and about 50,000 words later, I took a break. A few weeks later I came back to my marvelous work of art to realize everything I had written was total crap. And that pretty much sums up the next four years. Awesome spurts of writing where words flowed and family suffered just to end up with… yep you guessed it, more crap.
That my friends is the way of the writer as I am sure some of you are quite familiar with.
But something happened in my fifth year of writing. During my sixtieth (and really that’s not much of an exaggeration) rewrite of Blood Feud, the crap fell away and a good story finally started to form. At least to the point where I felt confident enough to send my work to a professional author, editor, and friend (Michael Knost) so he could tell me it was crap too. And to my surprise, he said it was a pretty awesome story.
Ever look back and read work you’ve done in the past to realize it sucks so bad you almost feel physically ill?
Yep, that happened to me in a big way Sunday. The previous week my son started school on Wednesday, so I started working on my new novel with gusto (I’d been waiting all summer to start!), but realized I had some background information and research that needed to be done first. Then I got the bright idea to read the half completed first draft of my second novel (Dark Territories) over the weekend. God, what a horrible, awful, terrible disappointment that turned out to be.
I couldn’t even get all the way through two chapters before I decided I’d had enough, because I was real close to vomiting. Yeah, it was that bad. And I can’t even pinpoint one specific thing that was terrible. There was a well balanced amount of terribleness from stiff and completely out of character dialogue to plot leaps that would make a mountain goat proud. There were tie-ins from one story arc to another that left me wondering exactly how much I had to drink that day. And please don’t even get me started on my long windedness. I could probably make a schooner set sail with all that blustering air moving about in each scene.
Wow! I just checked the date on my last post. March 30th. I knew it had been awhile, but I didn’t know it’d been that long. So sorry to you and myself. I really had not intended to stay away from my blog that long. What can I say? Life got in the way.
Two major things really.
One, in the last few months, I have been going through some incredible changes in my personal life (and in extension in my overall health as well). Some of it’s been easy (no not really), some of it’s been hard like really freaking awful hard, but all of it has been very much needed and long over due. In doing all that soul searching and reflection, it’s left little time to do well… a lot (and not just blogging either).
In all my reflection, it’s also put things in perspective for me and made me see what was really important. And while I do like to work on my blog, in the grand scheme of things, blogging is down near the bottom of stuff I really should be doing (so sorry, the truth hurts I know).
That being said, I do want to start working on my blog more regularly. And since I will be taking a break from major writing over the summer, I just might have the time to get back into the swing of things.
I know it’s been a long while since I’ve posted on this blog. I do have a perfectly good excuse. I’ve been writing like a whirlwind on my new series of novels. It’s been a fun, but tiring process of getting the story down as fast as possible. I posted a blog called Marathon Writer: Riding the High back in May, and well I’ve been riding that high ever since. I managed to finish that book (Shadow Games) and start on another one (Blood Feud), which I’m about 68,000 words into right now. The story is just huge with plot twists and events happening all over the place in my Universe called Ethia.
It starts with a suicide attempt, leading to a kidnapping from Earth to a strange new Universe, then a ancient tradition called the Blood Feud, and it just goes downhill from there (ha ha ha… so loving torturing my character!). Right now the series (called Emperors of Ethia) is up from my original idea of 3 books to 6 and there’s still more story to tell beyond that. If I’m not careful I think I might get a bit overwhelmed. Who am I kidding, I’m already there.
Anyways, after a week or so of feeling exhausted and close to complete burnout, I’ve decided to take a little break from my series and try updating my blog and maybe work on a short story. My goal is to return to finish Blood Feud after a little break, but we’ll see what happens. Hopefully a little time away from Ethia might help me not feel so blah and used up.
I have a few ideas for blog post that I’ve been saving up to write about. I will try working on one today and see how it goes. It will certainly be a switch from writing about Adar and Markus (my two main characters), but I think I’m going to make my guys take a backseat today. So shut up you two and let Mommy work.