Hello, again. I’m cheating on my book.
Well, kind of.
As some of you may (or may not) know, I’ve been fighting with book 2 like crazy. It sucks. I don’t like writing it. It doesn’t want to let me write it. Everything in it is poo. Etcetera, etcetera…
Well, I ended up re-writing pretty much the whole plot, and it seems to be jiving much better now. Should be on track to get it published by August at the latest. (Two months past my original target of May, but… late is better than never.)
You might think, hey! That’s great, Tori! You finally punched that book in the balls and got it to behave! Yeah, I guess I did. It feels better now, but my brain is trying to screw me over.
I don’t know how to tell you this, Book 2, but… I’ve been cheating on you. With Khimaera. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. It’s okay, we can have joint custody of the chapters… You can visit alternate weekends, and hey! We’ll have christmas together, right?
In all serious, my brain has been floating away to other projects. I keep getting these little sparks of ideas here and there, and I ended up kind of resurrecting an old project of mine a few nights ago.
I know I really should be pushing through book 2, but there’s this thing writer’s get, and I don’t have a name for it, but if you’ve ever written something long term, you probably know what I mean. It’s like this: Yeah, your current project is wonderful, and sparkly, and you can write it more or less painlessly, but then you get an idea, that -one- idea that makes your brain go “holy crap, write this right now”, and before you know it, it’s 2 am and you’ve got a series plot and some characters fleshed out, and half of a chapter fell out of thin air.
I feel bad for taking my attention away from Redhaven #2, buuuut… sometimes you need to step back, I guess. Give your brain a different flavor to chew on.
Plus, you know… zombies are cool. Khimaera will be fun if you like zompoc scenarios, but what drives me even more nuts than fighting with a book is totally dropping a series to write another. Khimaera won’t be for a couple of years, most likely, but at least it let me breathe.
Moral of the story, writerly-wise: Sometimes it’s good to work on other things.
Just thought I’d pass that along. And sorry for the lack of blog stuff. A zombie ate my router. :(