It’s super snowy in Utrecht atm and work closed down on Sunday. But fortunately for me I had Saturday, Monday and Tuesday off, so with Sunday added, I had a four day break 🙂 Because everything is cold and miserable with a thick layer of snow I’m stuck inside, setting my laptop up on the kitchen table because it ended up being the warmest part of the house.
On Saturday I spent it adding to a novel that had been on the back burner since ’18. I’m not sure what genre it fits into atm, but maybe magical realism? It’s set in an alternative world with mostly current technology and focuses on a generation of individuals who are descended from a ruling class of people who possessed telepathy and telekineses, but had been massacred by the general population. So far the book is 60k but I’m planning on making it into either two long books or a trilogy. I’m going to finish the entire story first before publication.
On Sunday I spent it doing nothing and felt bad about it. I couldn’t seem to get my head in order and nothing happened.
On Monday I edited a 42 page novella (yes that many pages) that I completed last year. I made up a cover image for it and I think it will be ready for publication in a few more edits. The tag line for this tale is, A supernatural tale of lust and human sacrifice. I think I wrote the entire thing in under a week. It’s divided into five parts instead of chapters and it has a lot of bumping uglies in it lol. I think I might have to alter the end as it is more telling vs showing. But I would not be afraid to publish it as it.
On Tuesday I again did not do anything productive 😦
Since March I have all the time in the day to write. For the most part I have spent my time equal parts writing, moaning about not writing, and wondering why my organic self cannot work like a machine. However it has not been a complete waste like I infer. These are the things I have done during quarantine;
The Dragon’s Mate: I wrote, edited and self-published this novella in two months.
Matt and Rose: A novelette that is just about ready.
Those in the Forest: Plan for a supernatural story about an escapee from a recluse cult. Only has a few thousand words have been written. Probably won’t be done for at least a year.
Had a notice that said it is my seventh anniversary on this blog. I can’t believe it. I set this up during a uni class back in Melbourne and it’s been going strong for all that time!
Thinking back on what’s happened since then, I went and developed a bunch of feels. I’ve self-published seven stories ranging from the short ones to a novel. I failed my goal of reaching 10 stories by 30 and I might not reach it this year. I have also been living overseas for five years now. Prior to finishing high school, I had never thought that this would be where my life would end up.
I wonder what the next seven years will be like . . .
I haven’t done anything related to writing or editing at all. However, I do not feel bummed out. I think that is an improvement. In the last few days, I have however thought up a third story during this pandemic. It’s a portal fantasy and I have only the bare bones of what I want to happen. But I’m going to have a fun adventure with it.
The last ten days have been unproductive. I didn’t edit or write anything. I have been looking at writing a new supernatural thriller though. I’ve got some story planned, but I don’t know how it ends. I’m not sure how long it’ll be either.
However, at the same time a YouTuber – Derek Murphy, I follow came out with this long video about novel writing basics. At the end of the video, there is a small exercise where who fill in the blanks about what your story is about. It actually helped me a bit with the story I’m working on. I have added some more things to it and it’s starting to become something more.
I’ve been in the Netherlands for six-ish weeks now. I literary arrived the day before everything shut down, so it should have been a paradise for me. I was already going to have some time off work so I had been psyching myself up to it.
And then I get here and my ability to perform fails.
I’ve made some progress editing the beginning of a novel (which I gave up on). I also started a novella that’ll I have done by the end of this week. I’ve been keeping track of what I’m doing and I feel terrible about all the days where I did nothing. All that lost potential.Why can’t I make writing and editing a 9 to 5? It’s almost like I have burnout again, but I’m not sure if I do. It doesn’t help that I’m having a lot of negative thoughts that have no relation to my life at present. They are taking up a lot of time in me. Maybe it’s because I can’t socialise in person anymore.
It’s not a good day unless I’ve written more than 1k and I hardly ever do that. It’s not a good day when I spend hours playing computer games, even if I do manage to write. That’s still time spent elsewhere. From memory, I used to be so efficient at writing. But now my body and brain says no 😦
So where do I go from here?
I’m slowly getting things done, but not to my liking. Do I just keep chipping away at it? Maybe I have to as I can’t seem to do anything else. Maybe having a day job was something that improved my writing. It gave me some eustress about my finite time and made me manage what I had. Now I have all the time in the world I have no immediate rush to do anything 😦
Just came across this interesting bit of advice. If you want to complete something, you need to glue your arse to the seat and do it. Funny enough it came from one of those Reddit read-it videos that have popped up on YouTube recently.
And I agree with it.
For the longest time I wrote in my living room alone, usually without music playing and then after burnout, I was all over the place. Nothing could reignite my ability to write and now I can’t seem to write as well as I did. I now go to cafes and let the background noise help me. But that shit adds up and I can be a cheap ass sometimes. So I need to retrain myself to write in my home again and save monies for my move to the Netherlands.