Got my first piece of fan-mail.
It was an email from one of Batman’s previous students who read all my books and was asking when the fourth would be coming out. I’m pretty sure I squealed a bit and maybe did a happy dance around the computer. Maybe. The email was only a sentence long and void of any punctuation (which absolutely annoyed me) but it didn’t matter. Someone I had never met said they loved my series and wanted to read the next installment. That, my friends, is called awesomeness.
Which I needed since I just scrapped 30,000 words of my current WIP.
THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.
Nothing is ever wasted. I still have my sixty page document in a folder of ‘scraps’ but that took about three weeks to write. And then I realized it was wrong. All wrong. Where the story started, how I was telling it. No. It needed to be tossed. And started over. Again. Which I did. For the third time.
THE THIRD TIME.
And now it’s a completely different story because of all the epiphanies I keep having about “oh it would be cool if…” and “it would really make more sense to…” and now I’m back to having no idea what I’m writing. Again. I still do it, everyday, pretty much all day except for routine bathroom breaks and when I stop to eat and watch Daredevil. (Have you seen this? It must be something about dating Batman that gets me into shows about super heroes). And since I’ve been so busy writing the first draft of this whatever story, I’m just now returning to this post which was started a week ago, my friends. A week. Either I’m losing my mind and forgetting to finish things, or I’m too focused on others. Like writing a story for the third time and going panster all the way. ALL THE WAY, PEOPLE. Someone’s rolling the dice, closing her eyes and hoping for the best. I’ve never been to Vegas, but I’m pretty sure this is how it’d go.
Anyway, Batman reminded me the other day that I haven’t posted since April 8th. And then I thought well what about that fanmail piece? But then was like, oh wait, you actually have to post something for people to read it. And also to finish it. That normally helps.
So here you are, ladies and gentleman–the five of you that read this blog. Another post, about a week late, writing about writing (big surprise) which is still the best thing ever, except maybe Daredevil, which might be my new favorite show since Walking dead is between seasons. I don’t know. You check it out and tell me.
Things still to come: moving to Jacksonville post. And the one about visiting St. Augustine. And the one to Harry Potter World.
Shit, I am behind.