This week has been a bit of roller coaster ride for my writing. I received some very excellent news which them prompted me to move up several items on my to-do list, which further caused me to do the thing that I had been dreading… Call Apple Support to fix a problem with my Apple ID. I have had three different people on my “case” and have now been bumped up to a “Senior Advisor.” In short, my problem has been deemed an actual problem (hmm… like I said at the beginning?) and I have been moved away from the people that tell me to do things like “spell out North, instead of putting N.” and “try clicking ‘add’ 4 times really fast.” Which is probably good because I was starting to make notes for killing off a customer support specialist in my next novel.
But all of this has left me feeling more than a little bit blocked. I want to do one simple thing, but suddenly the simple thing spawned multiple problems and multiple frustrations. Usually when I’m feeling frustrated I can dive into one of my writing projects to escape, but unfortunately I’m feeling blocked on many of those as well! Book #4 of the San Juan Island series is holding until I can figure out who finds the body. I’ve got it narrowed down, but I’m not sure who would be the best person. My sci-fi version of Beauty & the Beast for the Galactic Dreams Anthology series is with my co-writers and I don’t want to write the next section without their input. And The Lost Heir, my Deveraux Legacy novella is with my beta readers. So what’s the solution to this thorny issue? Here’s what I came up with…
Step 1: Go blackberry picking
Step 2: Make pie.
Step 3: Eat pie.
It may be the long way around for pie, but it is a solution to a very thorny problem.
I’m not supposed to be writing this. I have a pretty stiff yearly schedule on what I intend to write. And while blogs are on my schedule, I have currently abandoned all sanity and schedules and have started committing time to a project that is NOT on the calendar. I should currently be writing my San Juan Islands #3. Unfortunately, while I had a fantastic idea for the opening, my idea pretty much stopped there. And an inciting incident does not a plot make. But after I stared and stared at the screen and then stared some more, nothing was coming to me. So I started doing a writing exercise to get the creative juices flowing and now… I can’t stop.
I think I’ve fallen in love with my own characters. They keep popping up with more things for themselves to do. And I keep thinking, “What a great idea! I’m sure that will only take me twenty minutes to jot that down.” Note to self: nothing you want to write takes twenty minutes. And now my cushion of time for making my deadline is whittling down and I’m actually starting to worry. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to stop writing this and stare at my screen and try and figure out why Tobias is in jail.