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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Yawn, Stretch, Open Eyes

September is here, and the long sleep is over. Why I referred to the last month as if I were hibernating, I have no idea, since I was working my butt off. But who can know the intricate workings of a writer's mind? Certainly not me.

Had things gone the way I'd predicted my book would be off to my editor today. But in the great wide world of publishing things don't always go as predicted. Turns out my next book has been pushed back a month, giving me 4 more weeks to fidget and worry and revise, revise, revise.

In fact, if I'd been thinking, I would have revised all those dozing pictures to ones of furious output, which is what I was really doing, much to my surprise.

The other day I was commiserating with my friend, Jenny Fields, who writes literary fiction and is currently working on a book about Edith Wharton called The Age of Ardor. We were talking about how much more fun it is to revise than anything. That Shitty First Draft, as Annie Lamont calls it, is the hardest part of writing for me. I know you're supposed to just vomit something up but all that stuff at the bottom of my innards usually doesn't want to come out. I eke out those pages like hunting for water in the desert. Some days it flows. Most days it doesn't.

I did something different this past month. I wrote the last book, One Deadly Sin, at Panera's. I couldn't get back into the rhythm of that for this one. Instead, I got up early and while it was cool, sat on my screened in porch and finished the manuscript. I don't know why home worked better for this book than the last. But it did. Odd how place is important to writing. I won't be able to continue out here when the weather turns. Wonder where I'll go next.

Does every book need its own place? If so, I'm in deep doo doo. I'm going to start running out of places to go.

Most writers have offices. They write everything there. I have an office but I avoid it. It's too small, too messy, too overwhelming with...stuff.

Anyway, now that the SFD is done and I've gone through it a couple of times, I feel like I'm waking up to a spring thaw. My schedule is breaking up and I've got a little time to do other things.
Like this.
So, howdy world!

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Blogger Marie-Nicole Ryan said...

Welcome back, Annie! More often I find myself writing in bed the last thing before I sleep. At least for my current WIP.

I wrote my mystery/suspense, the next (and finally contracted)WIP in my office. I find I can't work in the office if it's messy. It has to be straight if I'm going to get any work done.

And now that I have a mini laptop, I find I'm doing some writing in the recliner with one of the music stations on, either Pandora or the SPA channel on Dish Network. It used to be the Soundscapes channel on Comcast, but I switched to satellite again to save a few bucks. I tend to edit the previous day's or evening's work which launches me into new words before I know what's happening.

BTW, revising is hard for me. I have to set the first draft aside for a bit in order to get fresh eyes. I don't know how I'd manage to do that if I were on a tight deadline.

September 2, 2009 at 10:01 AM  

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