Today I’m over at the Berkley authors’ blog, bitching, well discussing my morning routine. (Is supreme disorganization considered a routine?) So I won’t torture you with it over here.
I’ve been mulling a lot of different plots lately. It drives me crazy, but then it reassures me all at the same time. (I never said I was sane) Because, as a writer, my biggest fear is running out of stories to tell. What if one day I just can’t think of another good one? It’s terrifying, I tell ya.
So even though my sanity is at risk, I embrace thinking about five different plots at one time, because I know, at least, there are five more stories to tell. I take notes, use downtime to ponder, go to bed at night thinking about characters, inciting events, conflict etc. Then I get up and make more notes.
I went through a period, when I was really struggling with all facets of my career. I’d just fired an agent. Had an editor who loved my story leave the publishing business. And for months I simply could not create. Could not think of a story I was burning to tell. The proverbial well had gone dry. I remember thinking, is this it? Is it over before it all begins? I don’t really care to revisit those days. Ever. I’m much happier when I can’t wait to sit down and write because I have characters whispering in my ear. Tell my story. Tell my story. No, tell MY story, damn it.
And who said writers were crazy? (They were right)