What's on my mind is how to get back into this. Into the game, full strength.
I put months of the hardest work of my life into finishing this manuscript. I've worked overtime doing hard manual labor, at top speed with no option to slow down because what mattered was getting it done not putting in my hours (in other words I've done organic farming), and finishing this book was almost worse. I didn't think I could get that physically exhausted doing mental labor. I did it because the book mattered so much to me, because it's the best thing I've ever made. Then I sent it in to my publisher, made the deadline and GUYS THE EDITOR HASN'T READ IT YET AND THAT WAS IN MARCH. I mean granted, after two months of them not reading it I gave them permission to not read it and I took it back to start editing it again. They're not exactly a big house. But grah.
And now here I am. Rewriting the first chapters. Only, simultaneously, the... sort of commune-type place?... where I live is folding, with big emotional meetings and stuff, and we don't know yet whether we'll have to move or not. So that's great for morale. Also for really building up a head of steam on a big project, you know? Nothing like real-life chaos to help you write.
Also first scenes are so hard, guys.
Well. Thanks for listening/not listening (this being the type of thread where you can quite appropriately do either. I'm out. Maybe I can make this happen.
I put months of the hardest work of my life into finishing this manuscript. I've worked overtime doing hard manual labor, at top speed with no option to slow down because what mattered was getting it done not putting in my hours (in other words I've done organic farming), and finishing this book was almost worse. I didn't think I could get that physically exhausted doing mental labor. I did it because the book mattered so much to me, because it's the best thing I've ever made. Then I sent it in to my publisher, made the deadline and GUYS THE EDITOR HASN'T READ IT YET AND THAT WAS IN MARCH. I mean granted, after two months of them not reading it I gave them permission to not read it and I took it back to start editing it again. They're not exactly a big house. But grah.
And now here I am. Rewriting the first chapters. Only, simultaneously, the... sort of commune-type place?... where I live is folding, with big emotional meetings and stuff, and we don't know yet whether we'll have to move or not. So that's great for morale. Also for really building up a head of steam on a big project, you know? Nothing like real-life chaos to help you write.
Also first scenes are so hard, guys.
Well. Thanks for listening/not listening (this being the type of thread where you can quite appropriately do either. I'm out. Maybe I can make this happen.