There are two types of writers….
Those who think there are two types of writers, and those who don’t.
For the record I’m the second kind. It’s not just that I think there are many ways of constructing tribal lays — as the possessor of a career (as a pro, not counting apprenticeship) which would now be legal to drink hard liquor (Hey, what do you know? Silver anniversary coming up in a few months and 4 years. I’d best pencil that in to get uproariously drunk, since my career is like one of those bad marriages. Coff. “I wish I knew how to quit it.” Well, less so now, but still. For most of it, it’s been…. Well, trad pub is an abusive spouse, even at its best.) I’ve experienced every possible way.
I’ve written books with meticulous outlines (Very bizarrely those are the ones people complain about lack of plotting, partly because I had the entire plot in front of me and never thought to foreshadow.
I’ve been what people call a discovery writer, and written into the unknown, and trusted (Ah, like I do) the plot to reveal itself.
I’ve written with the book dictating itself in my head all the way and knowing precisely tot he word what came next.
But it’s more than that. I’ve been the writer where I had more ideas than I knew what to do with, and the writer who stared at the page, and couldn’t think of a single thing to write (usually on deadline, for a themed anthology, of course.)
Mostly though, I’m the writer with an excess of worlds.
This serves, kind of, as an excuse not to have posted yesterday. You see, I live in ten or twelve worlds at once, so I forgot which world it was Wednesday on.
Okay, joke. But also kind of true.
As for the worlds? Well, I have about five distinct universes in my mind right now, not counting the mysteries. It’s getting crowded in there.
And I’m trying to get them out, I swear. Health (I FINALLY have eye appointment today), moving and unpacking aren’t helping.
But we’ll get this done and quickly.
First, to get Bowl of Red out and Re-issue the past Darkships. And then …. and then we’ll see.
But hey, progress is being made, house is getting set up and today — pauses to admire her own achievement — I cleaned the kitchen. (Yes, I want a medal. There were things….)
Now if the world could stop going insane, it would help me get stuff done.
Yeah…. I know I dream a lot.
Write your worlds when you can, for there will surely be times you can’t.