Like most writers, I have a nasty habit of putting too much on my plate. When my day job is writing-oriented as well, this only compounds the time pressure I place on myself.
Let me say that again: I DO THIS TO MYSELF!!!
When you crank out word counts the way I do, you start to feel a little invincible. 15,000 words of sweet romance? Sure! Ten thousand word short erotic story? No problem! One hundred-thousand-word horror novel? Got it. When do you need all this?
Yeah, I can do that.
Clearly, then, time management becomes a critical factor in my life. It’s not uncommon for me to find myself with a full plate and no time, which in turn leads to paralysis while I sort out what needs to happen first, how to get everything done in the time I’ve got, and have a very authorly meltdown. But somehow, I’ve always managed to bring things in more or less on time and usually better than I could have if I’d sat down and overthought it. (Something I’m guilty of a LOT!)
Case in point: My novella, Ancient Magic, which is part of the Blog Tour you’re following right now! A deadline is assigned, the contract’s issued, and you think, “Oh, hell, I’ve got all kinds of time.” BUT . . . .
You sit down and you spend all that time working on other things. This WIP needs to be done quickly, this one’s not going to leave you alone until it’s done, and that one’s been languishing in limbo for months while other, ruder projects shoved their way to the fore. So you keep glancing at the calendar, watching the time slowly diminish. Then the e-mail comes:
When are you going to have ________ ready?
Oh, shit. Now the copious amounts of time you thought you had have vanished, and you’ve got to get on the stick. Now. You’ve got seven other things that need your urgent attention, but the one you’ve been pushing off for months suddenly has top billing. So you dash off a best-guesstimate that you hope will appease the interested parties, cut off contact with the outside world, threaten everyone in your home with an immediate and painful demise if you’re disturbed even if the Zombie Apocalypse begins three doors down, stick earphones on your head, crank up the volume and the gotta-go to eleven and hit it. Now the inner editor starts up, and is summarily disemboweled because you don’t have time for his bullshit. Perfectionism is out the window, edged out by “Git-R-Done!”
Before I go any further here, don’t get me wrong: I don’t write what I wouldn’t read, and that goes for anything I put down on paper. My readers, my publishers, and my editors deserve better than a half-assed manuscript that I’m embarrassed to admit I had anything to do with. So, when I sit down to write, I give my work its due, no matter WHEN it’s due.
Oddly, when I sit down to write in the grip of an adrenaline frenzy, I often find that I can visualize the story and its progression better and more clearly than I could when I was sitting there trying this, that, and something else that didn’t seem to be working. All of a sudden, disparate plot elements that I couldn’t bring together mesh, the characters come to life, and the scenes in which these characters move take on an almost-painful crystalline focus. It’s those moments, when I’ve been up around the clock a time or two and I’ve been through enough cigarettes to keep the Virginia tobacco industry solvent for three years and enough Mountain Dew to put a Pepsi VP’s kid through college, that the story clicks into place and I pound the keys in a blitzkrieg of creative productivity, that I LOVE being a writer.
And I hope that my readers feel that love, for my craft and for them, in every word that I write.
Thank you very much to Lucy Felthouse for letting me come by and hang out at Erotica For All again! As always, it’s been a lot of fun. I look forward to doing this again soon!
Until next time,
More than two decades have passed since the Hodans invaded the peaceful kingdom of Jurav. In their zeal for conquest, they have mercilessly rent the Juravian national character asunder, starting with the temples of their gods.
Varath’s uncle raised him to one day assume his father’s mantle—command warden of the Temple of Noradi, the most beloved goddess of the Juravian pantheon and the deity of heart, hearth, and the fires which burn in both.
Melody would have been High Priestess to Noradi, and her own family has groomed her with equal care against the day when the Hodan hordes will be expelled and she can assume her rightful place as the most powerful figure in the entire nation . . . and as Varath’s bride.
When Varath departed to serve in the Hodan army, Melody saw it as an unconscionable betrayal. Now Varath has returned to take his father’s place as the sole guardian of a temple where no one dares enter, and he has made overtures to claim the other half of his bequest: Melody herself. But can Melody see past the deceptions and lies his rebellion has forced and learn to love the man who seems to have turned his back on his own people?
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