Spring is here and once again the oncoming nice weather will
test my resolve to finish my latest novel. I find it especially difficult to
keep focus when it’s a beautiful, sunny seventy-degree day outside. But as an
artist I must ignore the temptation to enjoy the outside. When I am working on
a first draft (as I’m doing now) I find that I can only concentrate on creating
original material when I’m sitting at my desk. Something about that particular
space and mindset unlocks my imagination greater than any other. In a way, I’m
a slave to my own setting.
I have no problem revising second or third drafts from
anywhere in the world; on plane, sitting on my deck, or being in a hotel room;
but that first draft must always be written in this particular space. I guess
it’s where my muse likes to hang out.
Despite a brief attack of writer’s block (my first ever),
and several trips to the hospital (It’s all chronicled in my blog), the first
book in my planned dystopian series is coming along. I reached 25,000 words
yesterday which is just a few thousand less than I had planned in my timeline.
The story is coming together well, the characters are shaping up nicely, and
the futuristic setting is awesome. Now, if I only had a title for the work.
This is the first book I’ve ever started without having a
title in mind. Perhaps, that’s because I have been thinking about the plot of
this one for so long that the words and story came onto the page before I even
had a solid idea of what to call it. I had a few titles in mind, but when I
searched Amazon I found that there were already books that had those titles. As
a writer, I highly recommend that you search Amazon so that your book title is
unique in the world and therefore easier to find when googled. I’ll keep my
thinking cap on until the right one hits me.
As I stare out my office window at the beautiful day I am
going to be missing, I can’t help but wonder if all this sacrificing is worth
it? Will I go to my deathbed regretting the time I spent writing rather than
enjoying the wonders of nature? Will I grow old and angry that I didn’t take
advantage of every nice day offered out to me? I don’t think so. For long after
I’m gone my books will still be here and readers will be able to enjoy my
stories. In a way, I’m sacrificing a few beautiful days to immortalize myself
in the human condition.
So, I’ll lower the shades to keep sunlight from stinging my
eyes and get down to the business of finishing this first draft. I may miss out
on the day, but the joy I get typing away at my keyboard greatly offsets it.
I've often felt that way about writing too.... I've been doing some freelance writing for several years now, and am just now starting to get into self-publishing - currently working on my first e-book, a collection of blog posts that I've written over the past 18 months or so for a blog that I'm contributing writer on. So if you have any suggestions on how to write and enjoy the beautiful weather at the same time, I'm open to them.
ReplyDeleteI open the windows so the fresh air circulates. haha
ReplyDeleteI am now following your blog. Came by from book blogs. ~Lauren
ReplyDeleteI seem to have the opposite problem, as an artist, I need and enjoy nature, but with the weather steadily getting to my limit of 75-80 degree days, I will soon be confined to indoors, away from sweltering summer heat, and experiencing a block too!
ReplyDeleteI just want to say, thank you for writing this, it's encouraging to know at least writing is something that can be done from a desk; I'll just have to work on that, every drawing needs it's story told for my e-book collection ...