The thing any writer wants is to stay busy. That way those demons that question our self-worth, our writing style, our characters’ motivation and the course of our plotlines, not to mention our choice of clothing, sofa, and hairstyle, will not be able to get past our deadline angst to harrass us.
Remember what they say? Careful what you wish for?
There I was, recognizing the fact that I had to find some other magazines I could write for, to keep my hand in and a little change coming through the mail, when I received a notice from fellow writer and head of our writing group, Robin Deffendall. A local magazine, ARRAY, was looking for more writers; did she know anyone who might be interested? Well, I didn’t bother raising my hand, I just emailed the publisher. Three days later we’d met, talked, and she’d assigned me two stories. Soon to follow were more assignments, a team meeting, and the news that 3 fellow writers from the same group were coming aboard. She also invited my colleague/daughter to help edit. Heck, my first story hasn’t even come out yet, and there’s all this going on.
In addition, I’ve started reviewing again, which means both more reading and more writing. Not sure why it sounds like I’m complaining. I love this stuff!
And then there’s my pesky manuscript. This morning, not just a lightbulb, but an entire set of stage lights went on in my head as I realized there was someone more behind the dastardly deed-doing going on in my book than the people I’d already blamed. Apparently my subconscious muse was layering in one more plotline while I slugged along. This character walked out and I was as surprised as any reader at who it was and how well he suited the role he had to play. When I’m done, you’ll read about it here.
I have got to be careful what I ask for!
Do you also sometimes sit and catalogue all the things you’re up to? Or are you so busy, you don’t have time for even that? What are some of you up to?