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So I’m starting the new book today. It was supposed to be yesterday but I realized I needed to do some research first and yada yada, I excused myself for another day.
But today it begins.
Really. It does.
No, I’m back. And I’m focused.
I have done the following prep for NIGHTSHADE (out in 2011! Pre-order available, uh, in a year or so)…
1) Put together a soundtrack of suitable angsty yet hard-driving songs, a la vintage Marilyn Mansion and Evanescence. (In contrast to my lighter stuff which usually gets the Pink and Avril Lavigne treatment)
2) Searched for images of actors to represent my characters. Heroine Jillian is iffy — possibly a Charisma Carpenter meets Ally Walker, but Declan the dhampyr is definitely Sam Worthington. With just a hint of Gerard Butler.
3) Brainstormed plot twists and plot bunnies (scenes that one looks especially forward to writing) contained within my snazzy new notebook.
4) Made a desktop wallpaper of my characters.
5) Researched the Nevada desert, specifically Death Valley and surrounding areas.
6) Watched a couple movies with the feel I want for this book — the original Terminator and Blade 2, for example.
And, uh, that’s pretty much it.
The problem is, the beginning of books…getting that initial “jump off” into the wordy goodness to come… that’s hard for me. I am, at my core, an incredibly lazy person. I mean, I chose an occupation where I never need to leave my couch. Now, that’s lazy!
I used to blog a lot more about my procrastinatory tendencies when I was a newbie who loved complaining online. Now I’m not a newbie, so I mostly keep my complaining offline, because guess what? Nobody wants to hear it. Nope. Nobody. Trust me.
The thing is, as much as I procrastinate and whine and bitch and complain about starting…I know I will. Start, that is. There’s no real question here. And I know I’m going to meet my deadline. Actually, I’m going to be finished this book way early. It’s due January 1st which is forever from now.
With the writing schedule I’m lucky enough to have right now (aka: Active!!), I can’t twiddle my thumbs for too long. I can’t dance around an idea, a plot, a character until it feels absolutely perfect. I need to, if I may quote Nike by way of Battlestar Galactica, “Just Frakkin’ Do It.”
Of course, I have these patterns to deal with that I tend to fall into for days at a time. Patterns I’ve only become aware of recently.
The OMG WHY CAN’T I GET STARTED? pattern.
The OMG WHY IS THIS SUCKING SO HARD? pattern.
The OMG HOW DID I GET SO AWESOME? pattern (*this is rare)
The OMG WHY DIDN’T I BECOME AN ACTRESS AND/OR SUPERMODEL INSTEAD? pattern (**this is delusional)
Bottom line, writing is hard.
Three little words. Writing. Is. Hard. And anyone who says it isn’t, and that being a writer is just a la-la-la I’m having fun every day! gig is not really a writer. Or they’re on some really amazing drugs.
Sometimes the words flow. Mostly they don’t. But at the end of six weeks I will have a first draft completed of approximately 85000 words of vampire deliciousness. No matter how much procrastinating I do in the next 42 days, of this I can assure you. I WILL FINISH.
What I end up with is another thing altogether.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m totally missing Oprah.