Writing on my Mind

I’m at that point in my writing that I have to start thinking about what I want to do with it.   I don’t just mean whether or not I think a story is good enough for the big E (Editing), but thinking about something far bigger and far scarier.

Publishing.

Not that I’m at all ready to publish now, mind you.  I’m not.  I’m writing something decent at the moment, but that’s about the best that I can say.  I’ve edited one of my books, ever (though if I finish this one, it will be my seventh finished book).  I’m not really that close to thinking about publishing.

On the other hand, though, I’m kind of at that point in my writing where, as Tallahassee would say, it’s time to nut up or shut up.  It’s not time for me to fling a manuscript into the wild blue yonder to decide my future, but it is time to start thinking about the path I want to take there.

Indie publishing versus traditional.  Freedom, better individual returns, and a noisier market versus constant rejection, advances, and waiting to break out.

There are downsides to both.  I’m doing my own marketing either way, which I really don’t like.  I’m not good at putting myself out there on the internet, and that’s something that I would have to start now-ish.  I have no idea how to do that, but it’s something I need to start soon.

I’m also a little blocked on my current work, again.  I’ve made good progress (it stands just under 70k now – I’ve topped 50k for the month), but now is the time where I have to stop introducing subplots and start wrapping them up.  I know the ending, but don’t see the full path there yet (and everyone who is going to insist that, if I had only plotted out my novel, this wouldn’t be a problem, hush – I don’t tell you how to write, so don’t tell me, and what I do does work for me.  You have speedbumps too).  I will, I just need to figure out the next scene, basically.

I’m basically always one scene from having no fucking clue what is happening, but that is a good thing.  I always know what’s next, no matter where I am.  I may not see the path to the ending, but I can see the path in front of me and I know it will take me there.  As E.L. Doctorow said, “It’s like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

This has been a bit rambling.  Writing has been on my mind, but I’m trying to make sense of it, so this is what you get 😛

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