As I tap my toes incessantly, waiting for some kind of response from an agent, I’ve tried going back to my first book, only to realize how much work it’s going to be to rewrite much of the beginning. Sometimes original drafts just stink.
Much more interesting is dreaming about a sequel to my new book, the one that I’m waiting for an agent to read more than the first 10 pages of. Maybe it’s the joy of research (that was not sarcasm!) or maybe it’s the avoidance of hard work. I’m hoping it’s the pull of continuing a story I really had fun writing and not the latter!
Research is fun when I’m learning. So far I’ve gotten to read Navajo myths, look at pictures from ruins at Canyon de Chelly in Arizona and Teotihuacan in Mexico, watch videos of Irish castles (and learn their bloody history), and delve into Chinese folklore.
Plotting is a different matter. It involves asking myself a lot of questions that I don’t have answers for, letting the possibilities bounce through my subconscious like balls in a pachinko machine, and hoping that whatever tumbles out at the bottom is a winner.
I’d like to say I’m participating in NaNoWriMo, but that would imply I’m accomplishing some real writing. So far, this post is the most I’ve achieved this month. LOL!