September 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
I’ve been head down (when I can be) in writing the first draft of my space opera novel, Tapestry of Scars. A few weeks back, I finally got into the groove of “this is a first draft, I can fix it in the rewrite.” This is new to me, because I’m one of those people who likes everything perfect before moving on. Or was one of those people. As a result, most of what I’ve written before never made it to the end of the first draft. Those novels remain unfinished, like some half-built robot longing for a pair of legs. Or a crappy simile in need of a rewrite.
A few of those attempts did make it to a completed first draft (mostly thanks to NaNoWriMo), but that was as far as they got. At least one was pretty good, and I hope to finish it someday.
But the work on this novel feels different than all the rest. Maybe because I’m writing in a genre I love. The first genre I fell in love with, actually. Not that I don’t love the genres of all those other aborted novels, but space opera is my Number One Favorite thing to read. I’d forgotten how much I loved it until sometime last year, when I picked up Elizabeth Moon’s Trading Into Danger. Finding Iain M. Banks’ Culture series ratcheted my passion for space opera up to 11.
For whatever reason, writing this book is more fun and less drudgery. Not that there isn’t some drudgery; some days, it’s all I can do to force out 300 words. Those days are few and—well, I want to say “far between,” but they actually tend to come in lumps. Regardless, it feels like I’ve hit my stride, found my swim lane, or whatever other crappy sports metaphor you want to apply. Apparently, I’m all about crappy metaphors today.
Anyway, the work in going well, which is why I haven’t been around the blog much. This is me just popping by to wave hello. I hope your writing is going well, too! But even if it’s not, KEEP WRITING.