It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt the urge to recap anything on TV, but I have sooooo many feelings about Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer on Supergirl, you guys. So many. So, here I am. I was going to jump ahead to 2.06, because THE FEELINGS, but I’ll start at the beginning of this emotional rollercoaster.
Also, I think we all need a happy place right now, and this is mine. So, let’s do this. continue reading…
I really do.
I want to talk about what I’m doing, what I’m thinking of doing, and why I’m thinking of doing those things. I want to explain my choices. I want to walk you through my plans.
I want to talk about TBSOL because I’ve never felt like writing this book was a solo journey. So many of you have been there since the beginning, giving me feedback, reading my drafts. So many of you continue to be there, and continue to support me through all of my versions and all of my craziness, and I love you for it. Truly. Thank you.
I want to talk about TBSOL.
But I’m not going to.
I promised myself I wouldn’t. I promised myself that this time around, I would shut up and just write.
This time around there are no beta readers, no beta team. It’s just me and the keyboard and a whole lot of coffee.
And it’s really effing weird.
So, this post is mostly to say: I’m alive, and I’m writing. I’ve been writing. Off and on. On and off. Well and poorly. Fast and slow. Word after word after word. I’m writing.
I’m not going to talk about TBSOL. This may be the last time I mention it for a very long time. A very long time. Like… at least a week.
But, since we’re friends…
One of my favorite authors, Caitlín R. Kiernan, had a blog back in the day in which she talked about the daily process of writing one of her novels, and as a writer, I found this blog fascinating and invaluable.
I don’t expect to offer anything nearly as fascinating or invaluable to my own readers, but I didn’t want to feel completely disconnected, either, since some of you do love and appreciate the minutia.
So, for those of you who are interested in process, or progress, or in the general abstract randomness that goes into the writing of a book, I’ve started a thing here: http://process.ingriddiaz.com
I don’t know exactly what it is, or what it may become, but it is there for the curious. More importantly, it is public, but mostly hidden, and not filling up your Facebook feeds or inboxes.
It’s a win-win.
Finally: No matter where you are in the world, I pray you are safe.
As always, thank you for your existence.
I’ve been stuck reworking the first few chapters of TBSOL for over a year. It was a half-hearted effort. I felt drained. I felt tired. I felt stressed and weighted down by the knowledge that people are waiting.
The last time I let K read anything I’d written was months ago and she said, “I don’t like it, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re doing.”
Nothing was coming together. The flow of the story was wrong, the characters were wrong, and every time I tried to write, all I felt was rage.
This week, the rage went away. I don’t know why. It just went away.
For the past few days I’ve been writing the way I used to write when I was younger, back when it was just me and a keyboard, sitting at my grandparents’ house in Puerto Rico, typing away and not giving a crap.
I couldn’t remember what it felt like to start writing and not want to stop. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to write this novel without a thousand voices in my head telling me which way to go.
I don’t know how long this feeling will last, nor what will come from it. I don’t know if this is a new version, or an old version, or an edited version. I don’t even care anymore, honestly. All I know is that last night was the first time in our twelve-year relationship that I handed K pages of TBSOL to read and didn’t wonder at all whether or not she would like them.
I knew she would.
So, here we are at the start of a new year, and I begin it with the same blind optimism with which I’ve begun every year prior: This is the year I become an ideal version of myself. This is the year I accomplish all my goals, and see all of my dreams realized.
And maybe it will be. And maybe it won’t. I’ve decided it’s okay either way.
I’m making no promises, no resolutions. Less talking, more doing is my motto for the year. We’ll see what comes of that.
All of that to say: I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful and productive start to 2015. Above all, I wish you health and happiness.
I was invited along on this Writing Process Blog tour by fellow author Blythe Rippon.
Every author answers the same four questions about his or her writing process, and tags someone else, who then tags someone else, and so on and so forth.
I’m working on two things simultaneously. The first is the final draft of TBSOL, which is currently making its way through an arduous editing process for which I am solely to blame. It should, hopefully (and eventually) emerge as something resembling a publishable novel, but for now it remains a frightening creature looming over my head.
The second thing I’m working on is an LGBTQ young adult series called The Midnight Sisterhood, which is set centuries after a series of cataclysmic events leaves the world looking very different from how it does now. The story revolves around a group of teenage girls who belong to the vigilante branch of a female-only secret society. When one of their missions leads to a murder, the girls decide to take their spying missions and vigilante assignments into their own hands. What could possibly go wrong?
I believe it has more goats. Or, at least, a more plentiful essence of goats.
I don’t spend my time comparing my work to others, or thinking of ways to make my books stand out. I think every story is unique and that every writer walks his or her own path.
I will say, that regardless of genre, my stories will always feature lesbian and bisexual characters, humor, and romance. I don’t ever see myself writing anything that doesn’t include those things.
I’ve talked about that here and here, and probably elsewhere, too, but I guess to answer this specific question, I write what I do because it’s what is in me to write. I couldn’t write anything else, and I wouldn’t want to. I like to think that what we do in this world makes a difference, perhaps only for the short-term, and perhaps only in small, indiscernible ways, but that’s enough for me.
I don’t write for money, or fame, or social acceptability. I write in the hope that it makes someone smile, or laugh, or feel less alone, if only for a short while. We’re each responsible for our lives, and the things we put in it, and we’re responsible for the things we leave behind. I want what I leave behind to be full of hope and positivity.
I usually start with a very basic idea of what I want to write. TBSOL started with the idea of someone famous falling in love with someone not famous over the Internet. Rayne started with the idea of a witch falling in love with a psychic. With The Midnight Sisterhood I decided I wanted to write a young adult series about a female secret society.
I write a lot of my ideas in a notebook and build on them over time. Each book has a notebook that’s filled with scenes, or scraps of dialogue, or general ideas for plot, but nothing comes together for me until I start to write.
I’m definitely more of a pantser than a plotter. I prefer to be surprised.
To continue this lovely tour, I am tagging the awesome and talented James C. Femmer. Take it away, Jay! Hey, that rhymed.
Earlier this month, the great folks at Cúpula de Libros unveiled the first edition of their Bookovers Magazine and I was fortunate enough to be asked for an interview. I am endlessly honored to have been included in this project.
If you missed it, don’t forget to download a free copy. Note that the magazine and the interview are in Spanish.
As I mentioned before, Midnight Island will be re-launched as the future hub of my Midnight Sisterhood LGBTQA young adult series, and so midnightisland.com is currently offline (though it should be redirecting back here for now).
I realized this morning that in wiping midnightisland.com, it broke a few links around this site. Most notably were the PDF downloads of TBSOL v1 in both English and Spanish. I apologize if you tried to access those in the past couple of days and got an error, but they should be up and running again. I took the opportunity to create new PDF files with updated information.
I’m also getting around to converting TBSOL v1/v2 into .epub files, so you can download those if you want to have a copy of TBSOL that’s portable-friendly. I’ll make the Spanish translations available soon.
Here are the updated links for your downloading convenience:
The Blind Side of Love v2
Español (versión 2) – traducido por Lorena Barrios: PDF
The Blind Side of Love v1
El Lado Ciego Del Amor (Español): PDF – traducido por Gixane
Ah, blogging, how I’ve missed you.
Those of you who are signed up to receive my newsletter are aware that I’ve taken a step back from TBSOL. I’m still working on it – don’t worry – I’m just trying not to stress out about it. There are writers who can force it, just pound on the keys until the words come out and the book is finished. I’d (probably) be a lot better off if I were that kind of writer, but I’m not.
This book has become too important to me to wing it haphazardly and I was getting to the point where I just didn’t care anymore if it was good or bad or if anything made sense. I just wanted to finish it. That’s not what I want for this book (especially not for its final version), and I’m certain that’s not what most readers want either. So, I’m hitting pause until I feel I can approach the book from a better emotional standpoint.
TBSOL FV will be done, and when it is done you will know about it. Promise.
I’m excited to announce the title of my next project: The Midnight Sisterhood, a young adult series about an all-female secret society operating out of (fictional) Midnight Island. There will be spies and mysteries and ghosts and psychics and aliens – and of course – gay girls and romance.
At some point in the future, I’ll be re-launching midnightisland.com as the official hub of the series, and there will be lots more info about it there.
I’m still laying down the foundations of the world, the various plots, and – my favorite part – creating all the characters, but here’s what I can reveal for now:
So, that’s what I’m working on when I’m not working on TBSOL. Most of this will sound familiar if you’ve kept up with the blog, as I’ve mentioned the series before. Now it’s finally taking shape, so I’m excited to be giving it more attention.
My mom gave K a stuffed pink elephant named Rose, because K loves elephants. Rose lives on the top shelf of one of our bookcases, along with K’s collection of elephant figurines.
Poe and Rose have a complicated relationship.
Every single day, without fail, we walk into the office to find Rose on the floor. This has remained a source of amusement and confusion because he doesn’t do this with anything else. He’s only interested in Rose. No matter where we put her, she always winds up on the floor.
But only once per day.
A few days ago, I was in my office at around four in the morning. Poe was sleeping. He woke up rather suddenly, jumped down from his tree, and dragged his half-asleep body into the office. A few seconds later, I heard a noise behind me, and turned around to find Rose on the floor.
Poe stared up at me with a sleepy sort of glare, returned to his tree, and went back to sleep.