I stole the name of my blog from a Ray Bradbury quote because that's very much how writing feels. No matter how many notes I have, or plans I make, a certain element of it is like free falling. There is a point when it's just you, the blank page and your imagination. You get to trust that your right brain knows the story, shut up, get out of the way, and let it do it do the job you asked it to do. After that you have to rely on the unseen--agents, magazine/ezine editors to want what you've written. It's a different kind of writing blind, it really is.
Next week the boys will be done with school for the summer and I'll basically be free to write so I've marked that on the calendar as the place and time to begin Willow's Blood. I should be excited. For the first time in years I won't be trying to write around a job, homeschooling, and forty-thousand other commitments.
But I'm actually nervous as hell. Probably because at heart I'm a superstitious creature who fears change. I wrote most of the last book during one of the busiest periods in my life. I was exhausted, burned out, and depressed from going ninety to nothing all the time. My own dumb fault. Looking back on it, I don't know what I was thinking or how I accomplished anything (I didn't sleep much, maybe that was it): I planned two major work-oriented events that involved large groups of parents and kids, this was in addition to my normal work responsibilities, I rehearsed for and sang in both services at church, rehearsed for and sang a solo that I hated in the church cantata, organized the church afterschool program Christmas play, ran a youth group membered largely by troubled teens, and over-saw my son's Christian band rehearsals. The whole family had the flu, we were seriously scary-broke, and it was the holidays. So the silly superstitious question that looms in my mind today is can I write when the pressure's off?
I guess I'll find out.
Meanwhile, letters continue to go out to agents. I have one I think I should have heard from by now. I'll give them another week to respond and then send a follow up. I feel really good about the last two queries I sent out. Not because of who I sent them to, but because the letters themselves were better than their predecessors. I think I'm getting the hang of this. The question is, will the agents be interested?
I'm also working on smaller stuff. I have an article and a poem subbed and I'm cleaning up another article to go out once I figure out where to send it. This time I'm considering ezines. There's less money in it, but the market looks to be less competitive and writing these silly things largely to make a buck.
And so the free fall continues. Anybody got any feathers they can spare?