So far, I have been really lucky. I have so many characters and stories in my head, they fight over who gets their story told first. And they pout if it isn’t them! Before I have barely finished one manuscript, I have another trying to crawl out of my eye sockets.
Take this week for example. I finished ML WIP last week, including what edits I can until my BETA readers get back to me. I had another tale to start. But I deliberately waited a week to start it. Why? I am afraid of burning out. As Emily pointed out, I started JXD at the end of October. I had to basically stop writing in December due to an excessive work load (70+ hours a week *faint*) so let’s cross that month out. So November, January and half of October and I was finished. I went headlong into edits in February. Final product, ROMCOM, 90+K
On March 12th, I started ML. Finished in under 60 days. Emotional Contemp 110K. Did edits nonstop for two weeks. Done.
And now this one, UNTITLED, is busting to get out. I thought it was a short piece, a novella. Yeah right. Once they started talking, there is no shutting them up. I am guessing maybe 80-90K for this one too.
Uhm, I am scaring myself. So I forced a break.
I did research and thought about it constantly. Every single freaking minute. In the car, doing dishes, while trying to watch TV. This story will not shut up. So yeah, I started it to quiet them down. Like throwing gasoline on a fire. WHOOOOOOOOSHHH!!
It is not slowing them from telling me their tale. They want me to type faster. And more.
And there is still more voices speaking, asking for their turn to tell their story. I am not a writer. I am a medium. I channel fictitious characters. Remember that scene in GHOST where Whoopie Goldberg has all these dead people around wanting to talk and it is driving her crazy? Yep, me. And it gets worse. Remember when the dead guy jumps into her body and takes over? Yep, you guessed it, I was walking around today doing Radio commentary, in my character’s voice. I was possessed by a two dimensional heroine.
I think I need medication. and a maid.
I’m ‘enry the Eighth I am. ‘ enry the eighth I am I am. Second verse same as the first…
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