The reason I don't like it actually has nothing to do with the story, love. The story, for all that it is, is coming along fine, and I like the characters. Even policeman Harris, who is come and gone, is a fine gent with a loving family, and someone that I can admire.
One of the reasons, and perhaps the main reason, is that this will be the last fully created story I do for a while. For whatever reason, writing is becoming *hard* for me to do. It's not the finger... physically, I'm okdoke. It's the creation. The words don't flow like they did. I have to work harder at getting a flavor in the sauce, so to speak.
The last few things I've written seemed to be... dry to me. Lacking some spice that came easier on the previous works. BP&G are a lot of fun, but I ran into the same thing with them, and so, they're stuck in two places at once.
It makes sense, actually. I've been writing, fairly consistently for the past three or four years. I've lost track of how many completed (minus the re-writes) stories I've done, and I have no less than six partially completed novels as well as half a dozen or more concepts waiting for me. Each of them is sitting in my work in progress folder for me to come back and do something with them.
And I will. Eventually.
I'm sure that I'll get to the point where the words fall trippingly from my fingers once again. It's part of my nature as a StoryTeller. Right now, though, I feel a creative tug in a different direction. Something more physical, something I can old in my hands. I'm sure I'll be posting more about that as I attempt and fail and attempt and succeed.
I'm going to try to work with leather and brass and copper and steel. See if my hands can do more than pull pictures out of my head and put words on a screen page.
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Date: 2008-11-20 04:44 pm (UTC)One of the reasons, and perhaps the main reason, is that this will be the last fully created story I do for a while. For whatever reason, writing is becoming *hard* for me to do. It's not the finger... physically, I'm okdoke. It's the creation. The words don't flow like they did. I have to work harder at getting a flavor in the sauce, so to speak.
The last few things I've written seemed to be... dry to me. Lacking some spice that came easier on the previous works. BP&G are a lot of fun, but I ran into the same thing with them, and so, they're stuck in two places at once.
It makes sense, actually. I've been writing, fairly consistently for the past three or four years. I've lost track of how many completed (minus the re-writes) stories I've done, and I have no less than six partially completed novels as well as half a dozen or more concepts waiting for me. Each of them is sitting in my work in progress folder for me to come back and do something with them.
And I will. Eventually.
I'm sure that I'll get to the point where the words fall trippingly from my fingers once again. It's part of my nature as a StoryTeller. Right now, though, I feel a creative tug in a different direction. Something more physical, something I can old in my hands. I'm sure I'll be posting more about that as I attempt and fail and attempt and succeed.
I'm going to try to work with leather and brass and copper and steel. See if my hands can do more than pull pictures out of my head and put words on a screen page.