The Last, Forlorn Hope

Today I’m going out – on the forlorn last hope of an office-ish. It’s too complex to explain, but if this works, I’ll have an office three/four times a week. We’ll see, right?

Unfortunately for this to work, I must go in with my husband, this morning, on his schedule, and frankly I’m not awake enough to write a coherent post yet. So you’ll have to make do with an incoherent one…

It occurred to me after people started babbling that that dream would actually fit in rather well in the novel Witchfinder, only the devices wouldn’t exactly be i-pads.

Go read this:

She didn’t have my input on that conversation, but I’ve had it at least three times in the last two years. Reading it, I realized that I – indeed – wasn’t alone. And that maybe it’s not my fault.

What she says near the end, though, about being able to think and write what you want: I’ve been slowly making that transition for the last three years, realizing that if the publishers won’t take it, I can publish it myself. It’s very freeing.

Yes, I’m worried sick about the traditional part of my career, but on the other hand…

This is hard to explain but three years ago I was living in a pit of black despair. I’d have an idea and be all hot on it, and want to write it NOW. Send it out. Take a year or a year and a half till it was due at the publishers. (I sold ALMOST everything, but…) So I was continuously writing things that I was forced to write THAT month, not necessarily things I wanted to write that month. And the hot new ideas cooled in proposal form and…

I know it sounds like whining, but after book, after book, after book written under forced deadline at a time when my head wasn’t in that series, it felt like aversion therapy. Which is why I took the last year off and wrote Sword and Blood, which is completely different from everything I wrote before (or since.)

That seemed to fix the horrors, and now I enjoy writing again. If I can stop worrying about the traditional part of my career and money, maybe I can even finally finish Darkship Renegades and send it to Toni, then finish the other almost-done space opera and ditto, and meanwhile start the subscription thing.  And then write all the things I set aside because agents/editors were less than enthusiastic about them — or at least write those that are still alive and clammoring.  (Witchfinder is one of those.)

Speaking of the subscription thing – any shorts you people would particularly like to see? I’ll put them in the idea-archive.

And now, I’m going to see a man about an office.

4 thoughts on “The Last, Forlorn Hope

  1. Sarah,
    You wrote, “. . . it sounds like whining, but after book, after book, after book written under forced deadline at a time when my head wasn’t in that series, it felt like aversion therapy.”
    If you look in Heinlein’s, Grumbles from the Grave, I think you will find a letter written to his agent saying that from then on he would write only what he wished to write. It seems like both of you had to wait until he or she found a way to afford doing so. On the other hand, what the hey, it worked for him.

  2. Um, about that office. Dan Wells (I Am Not A Serial Killer, etc.) over at Writing Excuses often talks about his “office” which was a room in Brandon Sanderson’s basement. Might there be a friend with such a space?

  3. Mike — I can’t work in ANYONE’s basement. Part of the issue with searching for an office has been that I need natural light. there are tons of interior offices REALLY cheap. It’s ones with windows that are expensive.

    And while I could see this working in the home of a writing friend, (There’s a synergy when you’re both working at the same time) none of my writing friends have quiet homes.

    Right now there’s a good chance of office, if the price works. If not, then I’ll explore other options.

  4. Okay. Didn’t really mean a basement, necessarily. But… might the local library want to have a writer-in-residence? Libraries sometimes have very nice rooms. Or… anyway, if the office doesn’t work out, there might be alternatives. Heck, isn’t there a university or junior college or something like that around that would like a writer-in-residence? Nice offices!

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