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Oh so yeah the new book. I don't really want to talk about it in any kind of specific way. I will say that it's there running in the background of my mind all the time. I am consumed by this story. The characters will not leave me alone. Like, okay, there aren't real voices talking to me. It's more like, well, listening to a story and I think about the characters when I'm not listening to the story. Er. Something like that anyway.
I am excited to sit down and write. I can't wait to see how this story unfolds. I have an outline, I know the big plot stuff, but some of the details that make up the story are really surprising. To me. It's great.
My last book was work. It wasn't unenjoyable but it wasn't a happy rainbow picnic or whatever. I'm not foolish enough to believe that the next book will be this fun to write, or that the rest of this book will be so enjoyable, but I was really afraid that writing was never going to be like this again.
Of course all this free "surprise me" writing is going to come at a cost. I'm going to have to get unattached to it before I can start editing. Some scenes will look better to me in my imagination than they do when it's all written out. A lot of stuff is going to have to be smoothed out and some will have to be cut entirely. It'll probably hurt my feelings when it gets rejected but, know what? I'm not going to worry about it. If I'm not doing this for money (and so far all my fiction has been, uhum, less than rewarding financially speaking) I may as well do it just for the self indulgent joy of it.
Oh and it is wonderful.
Have you ever lost yourself in the world of a book or a movie? To the point where, when the story stops, reality is almost jarring? That's what this kind of writing is like only even more so. Better than a dream- it's nothing like a dream- it's like nothing else but writing. It's also a somewhat rare event and it just happens like a wonderful gift from wherever creativity congregates. I have learned to never expect it, take it as the gift it is and bask in the wonderfulness of it while it lasts.
Someday I hope to have enough skill to write something that transmits even a little bit of that feeling to the reader. I'll be a millionaire. And also really super skilled.
In other news.
The kitchen? Still waiting for the countertops. Stillllllll waiting. If we ever do another kitchen renovation we're going to do our own laminate stuff. This is nuts.
The kids? They're okay. K sent out all her college applications just before they were due. It was very stressful for all of us, but now it's mostly just stressful for her. T is busy doing robot stuff and being 15. The dogs are the dogs. Ditto the cats.
And that's life here at Hubris House. Not especially exciting or horribly dull- just the way I like it.
Until next week or whenever I decide to post again (heeeeya).