Yes, I now, this is a weird post to be writing the week I won the Dragon. But other than that win — and it’s not QUITE real yet — it was a profoundly sh*tty weekend. We were away to write, and I got semi-ill (long story) and couldn’t sleep and therefore didn’t write much. I did jog the novel out of a flat spot, but honestly, 5k words all weekend sucks. And I’m not even sure what I wrote is useable. I just know it’s a path out of the place I was in that wasn’t working. Even if I end up re-writing it.
Meanwhile the wave of weird breakages, both electronic and mechanical continues. Which is weird by itself.
It’s not the first time in our lives things don’t work as we planned. Of course it isn’t.
All of traditional publishing is an exercise in things going not as planned. I fact, there was no relation between how much work I put into something and how it did. Well, that might be all of publishing. I have several indie friends who tell me that the books that sell best are not the ones they thought would/worked most at/like best. It was just more so in trad, because no matter how much heart and soul you put into a book, if it doesn’t get enough of a print run/isn’t available/doesn’t get to the shelf (and that’s not even JUST publisher malfeasance. The entire system of distribution had a lot of fail points.) And there’s nothing an author can do.
We’ve had other weekends before too, where we were supposed to JUST write, but that didn’t happen, or almost didn’t happen, including but not limited to when an old friend was taken to the hospital and tried to die during one of those. (When not on phone for news, we mostly slept, that one.)
In fact, we’ve found there are some hotels so deeply associated with family holidays and fun that I can’t work while at them. All I want to do is go to the zoo, go for walks, and generally goof off.
There is ONE hotel in the Denver area (so far) which is JUST for writing weekends and so has a higher success rate. But even that isn’t infallible
And then there are all the other plans. I swear we gave up on staycations, because if we plan a week at home, going out to eat and not doing anything we don’t want to it never fails that we have a disaster or three that forces us to do mostly unpleasant things for a week.
And yet, we still plan. We have to. If we didn’t plan, I’d never get anything done.
This year has been a year of plans: short range, long range and incidental blowing apart in our faces.
Which makes the year very difficult.
But since the world insists on not playing along with what I want and not behaving the way I like, there’s nothing I can do but dust myself off, pick myself up, and try again.
And sometimes, yes, the unplanned is good, like the Dragon (and before that the Prometheus for Darkship Thieves.)
So pardon me for this very late and weird post, while I dust mysel foff and get back to work.