Since finishing the three big revisions in January, I’ve been scattered between multiple ideas this month. I have tons of ideas, but nothing is concrete and firm enough for me to say YES, this is what I’m doing. Just had another idea quiver for attention yesterday in church, based on the pastor’s sermon. I don’t know if it’s a Christian thriller, or UF with angel/demon undertones, but it doesn’t matter anyway. You know my track record trying to write “UF” or “thrillers.” Sigh. It has a really cool title, though.
And that’s my problem: lack of focus. Even my little tight romance I wanted to write isn’t quite right. I’m trying to write the synopsis to ensure I have a tight, cohesive story with enough conflict to carry it the length I was planning, and I got stuck. Not a good sign.
So I’m reading. Just finished Heart’s Blood by Gail Dayton this weekend. Loved it even more than New Blood, although I really wanted to kick Grey in the head a few times. Sorcery – blood magic – is totally up my alley, you know, and I loved the Victorian/Steampunk feel of Gail’s world.
I’m also writing in my journal by hand, jotting ideas, filling notecards (had to open a second pack) with ideas, but I’m still flitting around like a butterfly. Patience is hard for me. I want to GO GO GO. But I have to trust that when THE idea is in the right place at the right time, that it’ll take off. Meanwhile, I’ll keep reading the partials I have and see if I can make any forward progress.
It may not look like it, but I am working very hard, I swear. If I ever clean my desk, I’ll take a picture of my stack of notebooks, notecards, pencils, etc.