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I posted awhile ago about how I do not have to figure out which novel to write next right now. (Which I don't. Right?) And ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zwol wanted to know what the options were -- with the caveat, of course, that discussing the options didn't mean that I had to pick one. So. Options I might get to soon:
( If you don't care, I don't blame you )
There are others I will be trying not to write (she said, very carefully not looking at The Alder-Wood Statue). But those are the frontrunners at the moment; and I can't tell you what'll pop into my head (either new or from a half-formed idea I already have) by the time I actually do need to figure out what book I'm writing next.
One of the interesting things that's happened here is that I am conscious of having discarded some full-fledged, outlined novel ideas more or less permanently. I'm not deleting the notes and outlines I have for them; I'm not fond of the expression, "You never know," because sometimes you do, but this time I don't. But they have moved distinctly to the back of my brain as something I ever expect to write. I keep coming up with more novels to write, and some of the old novel ideas will just never acquire sufficient shiny to get written. And that's okay; it's good, even.elisem shared something Mike once told her about unfinished projects being nurse logs in the artist's forest ecosystem, and that was such a kind, useful, and true thing to hear. But in the time since I've heard it -- and she only said this within the last few months, if I recall correctly -- I've acquired better recognition of which of my old ideas are going to stay ideas and not ever become Real Live Books.
Comments of the, "Ooh, write that!" or the, "Hmm, tell me more about this thing," varieties are a great deal more welcome than comments of the, "Ew, don't write that!" variety.markgritter, for example, wants me to write the Aesir noir novel next. And if I know my mom, she wants The Alder-Wood Statue, to which I say, "Lalalala I CAN'T HEAR YOU, Alder-Wood Statue, lalalala!" But they both know this is not a democracy. As long as you know that, too, we'll be fine.
ETA: The notification forslrose's comment came with the GoogleAd, "Expose your book!" Which my brain completed with, "To the wolves on a barren hillside," which tells you either something about my character or something about my mood. Or possibly both.
zwol wanted to know what the options were -- with the caveat, of course, that discussing the options didn't mean that I had to pick one. So. Options I might get to soon:( If you don't care, I don't blame you )
There are others I will be trying not to write (she said, very carefully not looking at The Alder-Wood Statue). But those are the frontrunners at the moment; and I can't tell you what'll pop into my head (either new or from a half-formed idea I already have) by the time I actually do need to figure out what book I'm writing next.
One of the interesting things that's happened here is that I am conscious of having discarded some full-fledged, outlined novel ideas more or less permanently. I'm not deleting the notes and outlines I have for them; I'm not fond of the expression, "You never know," because sometimes you do, but this time I don't. But they have moved distinctly to the back of my brain as something I ever expect to write. I keep coming up with more novels to write, and some of the old novel ideas will just never acquire sufficient shiny to get written. And that's okay; it's good, even.
elisem shared something Mike once told her about unfinished projects being nurse logs in the artist's forest ecosystem, and that was such a kind, useful, and true thing to hear. But in the time since I've heard it -- and she only said this within the last few months, if I recall correctly -- I've acquired better recognition of which of my old ideas are going to stay ideas and not ever become Real Live Books.Comments of the, "Ooh, write that!" or the, "Hmm, tell me more about this thing," varieties are a great deal more welcome than comments of the, "Ew, don't write that!" variety.
markgritter, for example, wants me to write the Aesir noir novel next. And if I know my mom, she wants The Alder-Wood Statue, to which I say, "Lalalala I CAN'T HEAR YOU, Alder-Wood Statue, lalalala!" But they both know this is not a democracy. As long as you know that, too, we'll be fine.ETA: The notification for
slrose's comment came with the GoogleAd, "Expose your book!" Which my brain completed with, "To the wolves on a barren hillside," which tells you either something about my character or something about my mood. Or possibly both.
