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The writing journey is weird. I know we all get caught up in the idea of churning out books and getting published--after all, we all write for our own personal satisfaction because we have to write, but writing involves having readers.
But in addition to my interest in the stories themselves, I am fascinated by the writing process itself. I've been slogging along since 2002, have had all sorts of ups and downs and I've learned lots (with lots more left to learn).
What is currently fascinating me is that I never seem to write a book the same way each time.
Take book #2 (I haven't chosen a title yet). I started it January 2011, and finished the first draft in March, 2012. I knew how I wanted it to end, but I wrote it without outlining it. And while yes, as usual, it's a messy first draft, I was able to make my way through as a Pantser and type "The End".
At the beginning of this month, I started writing Book #3 with the same approach--I didn't plot it out beforehand but I knew how I wanted it to end.
Guess what? The same Panster style that worked for me in Book #2 is failing miserably in book #3.
The writing life is sometimes like walking through an old haunted house, waiting to see what is going to leap out at you. You never know if you're going to get blindsided with something out of the blue.
So now I need to regroup. I will barely make my word count goal for this month, but for next month, I need to ease off and really think about this story, because clearly, I don't understand it well enough to lurch my way through it in traditional seat-of-the-pants fashion.
And next month I will make the first pass edit of Book #2. Perhaps that will knock some thoughts loose about #3 novel (a continuation of the same characters several years down the road).
Some days I wonder why I didn't just take up rock collecting instead of writing.