Status of the writer

[apocalypsos]

Does BLAAAAAAAAAAAARGH count as a status update?

*sigh*

Okay, SO.

-- I finished editing the first twenty-four chapters of Heroine Addiction, so there's that. I want to start writing it again, but the spark's not right there right now and the agent-shaped person's going at those first twenty-four chapters with a sharpened red pencil this week, so I might as well wait.

-- I tried to think of a title for the Regency fantasy before and almost sprained something. The pun thing is just not going to work with this one, I don't think, and I don't have enough idea of what's going to happen to start throwing around titles. Of course, that still doesn't change the fact that I write a lot better with a title to cling to.

-- I was going to work on GPW before and took a nap instead. So, yeah, that went well.

-- I tried to brainstorm new story ideas before and ... well, you know, nap. Outside of crap like, "Baby dolls grow up ... and KILL!", I've got nothing. Yuck. I'd just go, "Well, fuck, I'll just write the most whacked-out idea that comes to mind," but hey, that's how I ended up with Heroine Addiction half-completed on my hard drive.

I feel like I want to talk about writing with someone, and yet I don't because it's just depressing me because my brain is drawing a blank. I swear to God, I'm just going to start writing a story about a single unemployed 32-year-old virgin who lives alone with a cat and two chinchillas and ... fuck, I don't know, fights zombies or causes the apocalypse or I could just turn it into a ridiculously cheesy romance novel where somebody drops a hot alien vampire pirate into her lap and my GOD, I think I need to back slowly away from the internet right now.

Comments

[katyjo.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty much with you on this feeling! I'm working on new pitches for my agent at the moment, after a year of getting one novel into shape to send out to editors, only to hit them just as everyone stopped buying anything, and then another year of working on something we've finally just agreed is never going to work... and my cousin's novel was published last week, and everybody I've ever met keeps asking 'how's the book going?'

And on the one hand, I want to talk about what I'm working on, and bitch about how bloody hard it is, and on the other, I just want to say 'fine, thanks' and move the hell on.