There are times when I’m brain-dead. That’s the only way to put it. I’ve been reading for the last few weeks, often as much as 12 to 15 hours a day. Normally, I read much less, and the reading usually makes me think about my own writing. What’s been going on recently has simply been time-killing. Not that some of the reading hasn’t been worthwhile, but a lot of it has been junk or rereads that really weren’t necessary, or even that interesting.
I haven’t blogged. I haven’t posted chapters of Taryn, either to LJ or AFF. I haven’t written new chapters, edited previous ones, thought about revising The Warden, which should be my next project, or, worst of all, haven’t followed through with getting Hidden Boundaries up on Smashwords. My black holes are very deep.
But I’m beginning to climb back. At least I’ll take a look at chapter ten of Taryn and see if I can finish it. And I really do want to work on The Warden. I’d already pared the first chapter down by several thousand words, but it still needs more pruning. That chapter was a good example of how you can get carried away in the details of what’s happening to a character and then realize, much later, that the character isn’t even that important to the novel. It did establish the context for the rest of the novel, and I decided that the character will be more fully developed and become more important to the main character. But even at its current 2,600 words, the chapter is too long. Chop. Chop.
I’ve had a few thoughts about the upcoming NaNo novel but, like everything else, it sank into the black hole. At least I’ve been collecting a lot of source material for it. Not that any of it will show up in the novel. But current events are a frightening glimpse of a future controlled by military/corporate alliances in a world devastated by climate change. All I have to do is project the present, as it’s developing, into a near-future world, and I won’t have to worry about authenticity.