There’s a point of things coming together. Stories forming, dreams coalescing, and my mind revealing where we’re headed.
It’s a constant flux of frustrations, indecision, and knowing that I’m heading in the correct direction.
This week has been one of finding all of those things circling me and my mind understanding it all.
I know the path. I understand the way. It’s all coming to a point of reflection. A place of joy. A place of persistence and within it all I find my mind going in various ways. Some of these are where I want to be. The visions in my mind of where I will be. The place of everything and it’s all coming.
I see the rhythm and know where the writing is going. I see the path and keep going. I know it’s where I’m supposed to be.
This past weekend was an interesting one. I wrote my third or fourth article on Substack. I spent yesterday and this morning shoveling snow.
I started work on the new project. I may not have a lot of words down on it but I know where I want to go. I said in Friday’s post that I’ve never seen it so clearly when writing, and that’s true. This one has me.
I’m enjoying posting here again. I’ve worked out a few kinks and I’m working on getting an LLC created for my work. I have a ton of books on the backlog or in the trunk and I’d like to get them up to reading order.
I’ll be back here on Wednesday with another discussion, but I will probably talk about where my mental health has been. Wednesday, Odin’s Day, sounds like a good time as any.
I have this story, I believe I mentioned it on Wednesday. I haven’t written a novel-length story in a while. It’s freaking me out to have a story developing in my head this quickly. It usually takes a while, or at least until I’ve started for the story to lead me to places. This story hasn’t done that. It’s making me reevaluate how I write.
I’ve always written horror as a pantser. Well, mostly a pantser. I may write down scenes or sections that I know are coming later. This story is coming to me all at once. I’ve taken notes in my head. I know they haven’t gone anywhere. They’re there as I write this. I know the start, and parts of the middle, but it’s the other parts. The parts that are fully formed that I’m tripping over. I mean tripping as one does on LSD. It’s freaking me out.
I have moments of this story in my head. They won’t be quiet and I’ve lost sleep the last couple of nights over it. I wanted to do an outline for this one. I had intended to do that. As I write these words, this story is pushing me to get it down. I feel how I felt three years ago when I wrote Disunion, in which I wrote all 100k in a little over a month.
This story feels like that. I will probably start on it Monday. It’s taken me a week to get to this point. I know where the story goes it’s about getting to the end now.
I hope you’ll follow my blog. I feel better about it now. I feel better now.