Hello, all!
There’s a quote by Franz Kafka that I love. “A non-writing writer is a monster courting disaster.”
It feels 100% accurate, most of the time, let me tell you.
When you write a lot, it becomes such a huge part of your day, of your life, really, that not writing makes you…anxious. Like there are a million words about three thousand worlds and people, all itching to get out.
Because there are.
Beneath the skin, behind the eyes, of every writer, there lie untold universes. And they’re all trapped, until they meet the page (or the screen). They claw and scratch and shout for freedom.
It’s hard to explain, but every character feels like a real person, with their own mind and heart and decision making abilities.
And they all want their time in the limelight.
Denying that…is hard. Focus drifts back to the story, to the world that you so badly want to be putting to paper. Things that stop you from writing become…a hassle. (Work, chores, etc.)
So, a non-writing writer…a bit of a time bomb. Lol.
But this week, disaster was averted.
I started the week on page 41 of 102 with the rewrite of the first half of Salt and Silver. Now, I’m sitting rather comfortably at the end of page 86 of 112.
And I’m so freaking excited about it!
Of course, I’m still anxious to get through the rewrite and finish the story, but this is just going so well. Now, that I’ve given myself over to the idea of cutting things out, somehow, I’m actually adding pages to the story as I go.
*sighs contentedly*
It’s been a good week.
Anyway, a couple other updates. I’ll be doing an alchemy themed photoshoot in the coming days or weeks. One of the MC’s in Salt and Silver, Ness, is a demi-demon, and she isn’t exactly accepted in polite society. So, she mixes potions and salves in her mountain cottage to sell for coin when she has to venture into towns.
I plan to base the photoshoot around her.
I even made some of the pendants from the story. She has various necklaces draped around the necks of bottles throughout her home, and I wanted to include them. Since I’ve pulled the symbols from thin air, finding pre-made ones wasn’t going to happen.
But I have them, now. I just have to attach them to chains and suede bands.
At any rate, that’s exciting for me.
In other news…
If you follow me on Instagram, you may already know, but Annabelle is being featured in another indie writer’s giveaway. She’s put together a collection of books by indie authors, is reviewing them, and giving them away.
Annabelle received one hell of a review, which I’m incredibly thankful for. Today was the last day to enter for the April boxes, but there will be another drawing in May. So, find @write_read_talk_live on Instagram, and check out her giveaway post for rules for entry. Follow her to stay posted on when the new giveaway will open for entries.
Or, if you don’t want to wait, you could always check out Annabelle on Amazon. Lol.
But follow her, regardless. She’s super cool, and posts a ton of awesome stuff.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I may or may not be self-publishing another novel this year. I’m still debating, to be honest. Currently titled “Where Darkness Leads,” it’s a dark fantasy novel. Like…real dark.
It’s one that…will be hard to find a traditional publisher for. But I’m still toying with the idea.
Traditional publishing just has this…lure about it, this prestige. Being the one out of thousands to be chosen by a big publisher is a very nice thought. Honestly, submitting a manuscript to agents and publishers isn’t unlike playing the lottery. The odds are never in favor of the author. Ever. Most traditional publishers make offers on 1% of submissions. Maybe 2%.
But gambling can be so addicting.
The lure of the reward keeps pulling me along, despite the risk (time and effort that could have been put into writing, not to mention the painstaking research on which publishers/agents to submit to, all of which could very well be for naught).
It’s rather discouraging, at times.
And this particular novel…well, the only publisher I’ve found so far that seemed an absolute perfect fit…closed three years before I wrote the novel. Lol. So there’s that.
*sighs*
*rolls eyes at the ludicrous odds of such terrible timing*
Anyway…
I’d stay and ramble on a bit longer, but…I’m just so excited to get back to writing.
So, for now…
Keep reading. Keep writing.
Later.
