Tonight I have my monthly writer’s group, and I’ll be bringing the first chapter(ish) of The Worms Of Heaven. It’s been a while since I have written new fiction–I have been hung up on editing and revising and formatting and all that boring crap you need to do.
Now, though, I am able to actually open the floodgates of the wild frontier and see what has been going on in the depths of Mishaland while I doing other things.
There’s always a fear when I start a new project–can I still do it? It’s such a strange headspace, it’s hard to remember just what it’s like when I’m not in writing mode. Sometimes I reread something of mine and I think, where the heck did that come from? I didn’t write that, did I?
In this case, because I am working on the third book featuring the same world and the same narrator, it’s worse. Not only do I have to get my writing groove back on, I have to return to James’ voice, which is sort of like mine, but different in some ways. I need to be consistent with the first two books without being repetitive.
I’m a little over two thousand words in, and it’s like I never left. The words are coming back, and I pretty happy with how they are arranging themselves on the page. I’m already in some new territory–James’ situation continues to change as the story moves on. I have an image of the overall theme of Worms Of Heaven. It’s not something I can exactly put into words yet, but the shape is coming together in my mind.
I need to build up my endurance, again. The habit of producing new copy every day is a hard one for me to hold on to. But I think this one will be better, both a better book and easier for me to write than the first two. I learn by doing.
Okay, back to work. See you in the funny papers.