Killian: Please tell me you didn’t do what I heard you did

Sorry, it’s true. Three days ago, I had an epiphany. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of those happy, the-world-makes-sense-now, I-feel-like-I-just-stroked-a-bunny-for-an-hour moments. Rather, it was one of those the-only-way-for-the-quill-to-come-out-is-surgery, I’m-sick-because-I’m-pregnant, oh-shit-oh-no-oh-shit moments. (Note: I am not pregnant, but I do feel equally suckered in the gut.)

I started working on the sequel to my first book, The Vessel, back in October. Yes, that October, the one that happened when the Earth was on its previous trip around the sun. I did take a break from November to early February to write, edit, and publish Snapped, and I’ve been starting to write a few outlines and some scenes  for the upcoming Jerry-Riona Christmas novella, but more or less, I’ve spent most of the last year working on The Guardian. To the naked eye, it looked like I was making a lot of progress. As of last week, I almost had 60,000 words of a rough draft down. However, only about 7,000 of that is from the last few months. I wouldn’t quite say I had writer’s block, but there was something wrong. The words just wouldn’t flow. And that’s when my epiphany struck: I’ve been writing in circles on the book most of the summer. I deviated from my original outline, and it didn’t pan out. Even the bit I wrote didn’t really do much to advance the plot.

Some plots are like rose bushes: a few beautiful buds can blind you of the fact that they’re covered in thorns and have grown wild. The Guardian manuscript was like a wild rose bush that was choking itself, not allowing anymore buds to open. So, three nights ago, I did the only thing I could think of to save it: I deleted it.

I know, you’ll say how can you save something by killing it? Well, this is where the metaphor ends. I didn’t really kill it as much as trimmed it back to its roots. Already since then, despite the fact that the bones of my holiday weekend had their marrow sucked out by a two-day soccer tournament, I’ve already laid down 4000 fresh words and I feel a ton more motivated. So, all in all, good news. But, of course, there are consequences to an emergency manuscriptdectonmy: it’s unlikely I’m going to get the book out late this summer as hoped. In fact, if I get it out in 2015, it will be a miracle. (Mid-month I’ll hit my hard limit to finish Jerry and Riona’s prequel novella, which will divert my attentions again.)


Sorry, guys.

5 Comments  to  Killian: Please tell me you didn’t do what I heard you did

  1. Anna N. says:

    Better that you’re happy with your writing, instead of having to fight with the words to finish. Despite being sad of having to wait ????, we’ll be patient to get your story. Love your writing!

  2. Solid Granite says:

    To hell with being patient! Get your butt back to writing The Guardian, and I mean right now, Missy! No more excuses, lame or otherwise. You have imagination and talent simply pouring out of you, so rather than having to mop it up off the floor, let it spill into your writing device (PC, typewriter, whatever…). YOU got us hooked on your characters and storylines, so YOU have to keep us supplied. Its a Universal Law! Now, put down the TV remote, and get to work…please.

    • Killian says:

      I’m working on it. With the holidays coming up, and two weeks off of the day job, I’m hopeful I can get some words out.

  3. Solid Granite says:

    Killian, I’m sure you have more than enough pressure on you from caring for the family, doing the day job, the upcoming holidays, and writing. Please take some of that 2 weeks off and use it to relax and revitalize yourself. Because you were gracious enough to give me the pleasure of your last book, I will find a way to be patient and understanding. And that’s difficult for an old curmudgeon like me! Have a very Merry Christmas, and a healthy, happy and prosperous New Year!


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