Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Slowly, Slowly, Catchee Monkey?
I've made no secret of the fact that lately the writing has been happening slowly for me. Well, when I say lately, what I really mean is the last year. I've gone from hammering out three novels in one year to squeezing out a few thousand words a month.
One thing I have noticed, though, is that the writing I am producing is of a higher standard. My first drafts are much better, neater, tighter and leaner than they ever were. Sometimes the first draft stuff hardly needs much editing at all, just a bit of tidying. This made me think that perhaps I'm not struggling to write after all. Maybe my writing process has simply changed, and I write slower now. Slower and better.
A year ago this thought would've terrified me. But now...it doesn't. It might even make me happy. Well, when I say happy what I really mean is not unhappy.
So the novel-in-progress - the thing I've called The Bones of You - trundles on. I'm about half way there now, and it feels good. It feels right. It isn't a very commercial book, but that's okay. It isn't meant for a commercial market. I hope to have the first draft finished by the end of February.
In other news, I've just sold another story to Black Static. This one's called Sometimes Everything Gets so Strange it Starts to Make Sense. In light of this update, that now seems like a pretty apt title...
So here's to the slow ones, the ones to whom it never comes quick or easy. Here's to the artists who chip away at their craft, taking the long road. Here's to us.