What I’m Writing: Who’s Afraid of Amy Sinclair? (Hopefuls #2)
What I’m Reading: Next Year, For Sure by Zoey Leigh Peterson
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So.

The biggest lesson this book is trying to teach me, I think, is that I should never make declarative statements about what this book is or how it’s going. Because as soon as I do, the whole thing flips itself on its head again, and a statement I made five hours ago is now completely false.

Case in point: within days of my sparkles-and-rainbows check in last month, I hit a wall with my writing. Just, a complete dead stop in productivity. Which did not seem to make sense, because outwardly everything was going fine—I had an outline that was like 90% complete, I had energy and enthusiasm for the project, I was putting time into sitting at my computer with my word processor open, I had every intention of writing—but still, the words were not happening.

Now, here’s the thing. If something like this had happened to me years ago, I would have completely freaked out. But I’ve been at this gig for decades, and publishing professionally for almost four years now, and the truth is I have learned to trust my block. If I run down my checklist and everything easy or surface-level is cleared away and the path is free to write, and I am not writing, then there is something wrong with the story. At this point, it’s my job to stop what I am doing, and just sit and soul-search for a while to figure out what.

So that’s what I did, and it turns out there were two core problems with the way I was writing this book, and both of those problems were so deep that the only recourse was to throw away what I had done, and start over.

Again, this might have been devastating to me as a younger writer. But after more than 70,000 scrapped words and I think five complete overhauls on The Lady of Souls alone, I’m really not afraid of restarting projects anymore. The truth is that I am a fast writer if I know where the story is going, and in all honesty it takes more time to stubbornly cling to a failed attempt, than to just throw it away and begin again.

That’s where we are, then. My new outline is almost complete, and now I have entered the phase of manic typing while blasting opera to sing me through to the end. Not gonna lie: it’s a good way to spend the weekend.