I’m Still Here
I’ve been on leave from Time for a few weeks, hunkering down with the new book, or as far down as it has been possible for me to get. There are a couple of secret projects that keep cropping up and getting in the way of the hunkering.
And also there’s life. And children. And dentists. They get in the way a lot too. Plus I just got back from SXSW.
[Amy Billingham wrought this awesome graphic to accompany Julia in her progress through Suvudu's Cage Match bracket.]
This won’t be a long post, as I’m not in a terrifically bloggy place just now. I’m writing, but worse than that I’m plotting, which personally I find to be the most brutal, rock-breaking part of this process.
People don’t talk about plotting that much, they mostly talk about writing, and don’t get me wrong, writing scares me. Pretty much everything scares me. But plotting, that is the serious shit. When you’re in the novel business, you’re not just in the business of saying things with words: you’re extruding the stuff of your unconscious in the form of a series of dramatic events, and that is just a weird thing to be doing. No maps for these territories.
Afterwards, when it’s done, you look at the book and you think, dude: of course, how could I not have seen that, what else did I think was going to happen? (I also think that about everybody else’s books, because of course it’s only mine that are difficult.) But for some reason you have to do it wrong in every possible way before it finally comes out right.