Yesterday morning while waiting for my ride, I spotted my first
tree of the season turned to its fall splendor. That’s right folks, its fall. Meaning
snow is on its way, Halloween is around the corner, then comes Thanksgiving and
finally Christmas. They are not far away. And what is even closer than
Thanksgiving and Christmas is the start of National Writers Month, and I’m not
looking forward to it this year.
You heard me, I’m not looking forward to the writing
challenge I enjoy and have aced all but twice in the years I’ve been doing it.
But let’s face it, right now I have so many stories in my head I can’t figure
out just one to work on.
And I haven’t managed to get much
writing done in the last couple of weeks, since I’ve been having a hard time
concentrating on writing, or more accurately I’m having trouble not obsessing
over a plot hole in one of my stories – I can’t figure out how to fix it. And
when I haven’t been pondering that problem I’ve been rereading some of my other
stories and finding issues in them too.
Actually, all I have found is
problems, and I have no idea how to fix them except in my sci-fi, but every
time I open it, I don’t want to read it, I don’t want to work on it. I have an
outline of the scenes I need to add to the middle of it; I know what I need
write, but I’d rather try to get all these other stories playing in my head
going, figure out the details I don’t have yet and get writing them.
And the big issue is I really
should add those scenes to the middle of what I already have on my sci-fi, so I
can start writing what will be the next book of the series, preferably come November.
And I have to make the changes those scenes make before I can continue with my
story!
But there is that plot hole in the
one I’ve been trying to rewrite for the last month or so, and those other
stories I started before it, and dang, when will my mind stop coming up with
new stories? I don’t think its anytime soon because I have four stories running
though my mind as I try to write this post. Oh, the joys of being ADD. I’ve said
this before, and I’ll say it again, concentrating is not my strong suit.
I can’t tell you how many times
I’ve opened one manuscript or another this last couple of weeks (more often
then not my sci-fi) then didn’t work on it. Okay, sometimes I spent it trying
to work things out in my head, but other times I was a drawing a total blank.
A few times I opened some other
story, just to distract myself, only to notice stuff needing fixed in it too.
Its like nothing I have is working, all of it needs fixed in one way or
another, and I’m overwhelmed.
Where do I start? Which one is
most important? Do I decide by which one is the oldest? Or is it by the one which
is the most done? And which one is that? For my sci-fi, I’m looking at a
four-book series, but I pretty much have all of book one, except the missing
scenes. One of the stories I found a problem with is totally complete, just
needs editing, a major one at this point, but I have the end down.
Some of the others are barely
started only a scene or two, others have way more, but still not finished.
Decisions, decisions and I don’t know where to start! And does anybody know
where I can get a house elf? Maybe I could get more done if I didn’t have to
worry about doing my dishes, laundry, dusting, and cooking.
And Konnie is probably at this
minute wondering what on earth I’m talking about, I live alone and she still
has four kids at home and has all those pets. Her chores are almost never
ending in her place, with the added duty of tending to their pets’ needs. When
she doesn’t get any writing done, its because she’s been too busy chauffeuring
her kids around town, or taking care of other household needs.
Actually, a house elf might not
like being at my place – there isn’t enough to do. And they’d love being at
Konnie’s place, where there is always something which needs done. Anyone else
out there need a house elf?
Happy writing everyone!
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