The Calm at the Eye
First up, a little state of the writist. Mrs. Dave, Wee Dave, and Wee-er Than Wee Dave Dave, and I are in the midst of a cross-continental PCS (permanent change of station) move to an undisclosed location on the left coast. It’s actually going to be in spitting distance of where I grew up, which should be interesting. I’ll be able to do locational research for more of the Edge of Faith books, which should help. Also attend my twentieth high school reunion this year. Which, again, could prove interesting.
We’re currently in the middle of things, visiting family, and more family, and still other family. All of which is both pleasant, and worthwhile. No “but,” really. Mrs. Dave and I got a couple night away without the kids, and spent several hours of driving plotting out the rest of the current space opera project. I’ve got what I think should be a pretty cool scene for the climax. I’ve even started drawing again. I haven’t made art beyond the written word in … years. Easily longer than the littles have been with us. It’s encouraging.
Still, we have a solid three days of driving to get to our ultimate destination, and we put Mrs. Dave on an airplane nearly a week ago to get her to her intermediate training evolution. Wee Dave and Wee-er Dave are feeling her absence, by the amount of drama suddenly occurring. Hell, I’m feeling her absence. And we’ve still got a few weeks, and then LTUE in Provo, and then a couple longish days to the new Lair. And then the chaos will truly begin. Finding a new doctor, dentist, etc. Figuring out new routines in a new place, learning the area. At least there’s an indoor pistol range near where we’re landing. Ballistic therapy is a sanity saver.
So, now that we’ve established I lost what little mind I still possessed somewhere in Texas probably (long drive, that) perhaps something actually writing related? Unfortunately, I have little. I mentioned Mrs. Dave and I plotted out the rest of the space opera upon which I’m working. This was an interesting exercise. Partly because of the toddlers in the back seat, but mostly because I don’t outline. And yet, I have one, one I’m actually pretty interested in writing (not enthused, but I’ve been on the road for more than a month: I’m beat. You’re lucky I’m writing this, at all).
I’m what you might call a pantser, despite mostly wearing kilts (except in the Middle Part where I am now, it’s been downright chilly recently. And apparently, I turned into a wuss sometime in the last few years. Anyway.) when it comes to writing. I start at the beginning, and generally go through until I’m done. I even end up with coherent stories this way.
And yet. Well, when you’re tired of reading out loud, and still have five hours to drive that day, you need to do something else. Mrs. Dave and I are still working this out, but the process goes a little something like this:
Me: *stares off into space*
Her: So what happens next?
Me: *stares some more* they do a thing.
Her: *patiently* what thing?
Me: A cool thing.
We go on like this for a few hours (I’m honestly amazed I’m still alive) and at the end, I get this image for the climax of the book. Which is pretty cool. Now I just have to finish writing it.
And that’s it, really. I’m sorry this isn’t more full of pith. Try something new, and see if that doesn’t get the creative juices flowing a bit better, but do it quickly, before life gets chaotic again.