It takes time to find your way into an edit–or at least it does me–and that “time” seems to be relative. Do I have a month until the story is due? It will take me two weeks to get past the flail. Do I have six months till deadline? It’ll take five months to get past the flail.
Okay, I don’t think I’ve ever flailed for five months. If it was that far out, I probably just meant to start and didn’t, wrote some notes and thought about it and didn’t put any actual work in, then picked it up two months before deadline and flailed for six weeks.
Oops.
So yeah. Flailing at Flame right now. Looking up things like “carry your sword on your back” and “what is there to eat in a temperate forest about when the leaves are changing?” Pondering things like “okay, magical bond, but how does it work really?” If one can feel the other in danger, can one also feel when the other–ahem–enjoys the close companionship of a person who is not the bonded partner?
(Also, if one bonded person can sense the other, can they sense where the other person is? Can they point to other person without looking, or would they have to move in order to triangulate? Does this sensing of the other fade with distance? Why would it? How in Hades will I write this book if it doesn’t?)
Sooooo, yeah. Lots of pondering. And flailing. And the end of school, and things needing done around the house, and the kid having friend blowups, and the story deadline looming…
I think I know why I can write contemporary romance so quickly and easily. I mean, in part it’s because I’m not writing for publication. But it’s also because I don’t have to make up the whole freaking world and everything in it.
oohhhmmmm…
I write fantasy because I love it. I write fantasy because I love it. I write fantasy because…
I’ve been using the app I talked about recently, Productivity Challenge Timer. It’s going great! Except that people need me a lot, and there’s no way to pause it, and I’m really trying to put a lot of time into this edit right now, to get out of the hole I dug myself flailing…
Excuses, excuses. I need to put up a sign, and then I need to ignore anyone who doesn’t respect my sign.
Because that will totally work.