Swept Away

My husband recently told me that my “process” – who knew I had one – consists of writing blindly till I hit a wall, then figuring out what the wall was, then going back, fixing it, and carrying the book the rest of the way.

I swear I thought I was free of this with Darkship renegades because I have the whole book – and its not quite sequel A Few Good Men – in my head. And yet, I hit a wall.

I knew where the problem was. I could feel it. I knew how to fix it. It was a “Here I started skimming above the story instead of being IN it” and fixing it is always going to the nitty gritty details. BUT I couldn’t do it. Every time I tried to focus on it, it would go blurry – not the screen (though that too, at times, because my subconscious defense mechanism to avoid my rushing things is to put me to sleep) – the story. I couldn’t get the voice. I couldn’t pin it.

And then it came, at four in the morning, of course, starting with

I didn’t have to like it, which was a good thing, because I didn’t.

It wasn’t even the rigged examination at the center and everyone knowing something I didn’t know. It wasn’t even that Diana was foisted on us, a total stranger, destined to spend months in space with us and Doc and more time on Earth, fighting for our lives.

And now the blockage is swept away, and words are flowing. NORMALLY a blockage of this magnitude is the last on the way to finishing. So… Posting here will be erratic for about a week IF it all goes well.

Keep your fingers crossed.

And in retrospect, everything I’ve been writing here, from listening to voices (sometimes you can’t “tune” them properly and then you force it and it snags. I know that makes no logical sense, but… trust me.) to yesterday’s post on going deeper has been very much me, talking to my subconscious.

Who knew?