I’ve been trying to decide how to best approach this returning-to-the-blogging life thing, which is just another way of saying I’ve been procrastinating on the returning-to-the-blogging life thing. I’ve been asking myself uplifting questions like, “What’s the point?” and, “Does anyone care?” But all of that is just the fear talking and I hate letting the fear talk, so here I am.
I suppose the only way to return to the blogging life is just to return to it. Put the words down and then release them out into the world, like a breath. Or a fart.
Today, I wrote a scene between Julianne and Kris that may or may not wind up being the third scene in chapter two of Love in the Light (the sequel to TBSOL).
My daily writing sessions have shifted from “write whatever comes to me, even if it might never make it into the book” to following the actual structure of the outline I’ve given myself, which feels a tad bit more like progress.
I hate outlines, though. They’re so static and constraining. The corsets of creative writing. (She says, as a pantser).
I’ve been using index cards to keep track of all the scenes I’ve written so far because I’ve been on this analog kick lately. It makes the progress feel real and a bit more colorful.
Most of those scenes won’t get used, they’re there if I need them, which is nice. I’ve shared a bunch already with my patrons over the last few months.
All that said, I have no idea where this book is going to go, and if anyone figures it out before I do, please don’t tell me. I don’t want to get spoiled.
Before I go, let me answer the eternal question:
When will TBSOL be published?
“Soon” is the answer.
I used to say it would be out before the end of the world, but that’s looking less and less likely, so perhaps shortly thereafter.
But we’ll all be dead!
Then that’s a lot less pressure on me.