I’ve talked before about how good it is for me to work on two writing projects at a time. The mental gymnastics involved in switching back and forth keep my mind limber, and when I hit a wall on one story I can work on the other one without losing momentum.
Three at a time?
To quote from Charade, “That was a dumb move, Herman.”
I could plead, “But I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t supposed to happen! The third story snuck up behind me and lammed me over the head, then tied me up and refused to let me go until I wrote it! And I thought, OK, it’s just a novella, but now it’s demanding to be a full-length novel, and I still haven’t finished the other two, and it’s not my fault!”
Alas, excuses. True though they may be, they aren’t very helpful.
My goal at the start of the year was to have Wings of Song published sometime in the summer. It currently sits at 26,000 words out of an estimated 40,000-ish. I also planned to publish Magic in Disguise, the sequel to Magic Most Deadly, in late September or early October, right around the one-year mark of MMD’s publish date. That story currently sits at around 36,000 words out of an estimated 60,000.
My plans have gone, as they say, out the window.
Granted, if the turning-novella-into-novel for my space opera From the Shadows continues as it has gone so far, that should easily be published by late September or early October. So it’s not all bad news.
But I will do my utter best to keep from getting swamped with three projects at once again (says the woman who currently has three Halloween costume dresses in various stages of sewing scattered across her living room). That’s just too much disorganization even for this scatterbrain writer.
Sorry! Stories sometimes do that–they smack you on the head from behind, hoping to catch you unawares and then they sucker you into falling in love them, even though they know your heart is engaged elsewhere. I’m currently wearing a cast iron helmet until my current WIP is done. Although there was this beautiful story idea that snuck up on me when I took my helmet off to take a shower–nothing like helmet to give you greasy hair. 🙂
BTW, I love Charade.
Ooh, helmet hair is the WORST.
Isn’t Charade fun? One of my favorite movies.