Hello out there…
I realize it’s been quite a while since I posted anything here. There just hasn’t been much to post about, and I’m no good at posting for the sake of posting. I posted about the release of my newest novel, Scorched Earth, when it came out last fall. Then Australia pretty much caught on fire, and I posted about that–how I thought Scorched Earth was perhaps a little far-fetched as I wrote it, and how the fires in Australia were proving me wrong. I figured no way could an area the size of the Nebraska panhandle *really* burn down. And I’m being proven wrong again by the fires right now in California, Washington, Oregon, and elsewhere.
I started a new novel back in December. This would be my 11th title overall. I decided to try a new approach. As some of you may know, I’m a dedicated outliner. I plan out my plots, the timing, and so forth before I begin drafting. Why? A lot of reasons. For one, the nature of my plots often demands that I have the timing of events right. I’d rather do that in an outline than while wrangling a novel-length manuscript. Another important reason is to give myself an easy-to-pick-up roadmap so if I get tied up with work or other things I can easily jump back in where I left off in the draft and get moving. For this one, I decided to try pantsing it. Why not, right?
So I started a novel where the protagonist is on the road, fleeing something, trying to get somewhere. The country around her is deserted, a wasteland (she’s in the Midwest right now, where there should be plenty of farming activity). I like what I’ve written so far, but I didn’t decide at the outset what the underlying problem was. And so I got stuck, despite a good start. It’s at a point where I need to know what she’s running from/to.
And the the pandemic hit. I am fortunate to be able to work from home and stay safe. But, to be honest, it’s making it even harder to pick up on writing this novel. Those of you familiar with my work know I tend toward the dystopian on a regular basis. And right now, I just can’t seem to muster the urge to write dystopian when it seems like dystopia is all around us. I’ve not given up on the novel, but I am feeling stalled out.
Do people even want to read dystopian novels in this environment? I don’t know. I do know I just can’t find it in me to switch to writing romance novels!
Meanwhile, I’ve been spending time with this little beauty…started playing dulcimer almost two years ago, then picked up a Fender acoustic guitar last December. And then this…love my shell pink Strat! (In the interest of full disclosure, I have a long way to go…still very much learning, so no gigs for me!)