An Uber Author's Ladder of Imagination

I hate it when Blogger is down. It's funny how dependent I am on it for entertainment. It's a great tool for procrastination too, no doubt about it. I can write and write here instead of stare at the blank page of WORD, trying to figure out where Muse is at the moment.

Just so you know, I have another packet of Chinese brew simmering in the pot. It's getting to the point that I can taste it by just thinking about it boiling on the stove. Just like my novel-in-progress right now. It's making my tummy churn because I'm thinking too hard about it. Muse isn't helping this time. I think I left him in New York and he's still sleeping on that wonderful Memory foam bed in that store.

Have you ever climbed up a ladder that goes a long way up and midway, you realized you didn't quite have the roll of thiry-pound felt paper properly positioned and you're going to be in deep do-do any moment now? No? LOL. Well, that's how I'm feeling these days. I did not have the weight of my roll of paper properly balanced on my tiny shoulder and now it's too late for that because I'm on rung #20 of a 40-rung ladder. Can't go down. A struggle to go up.

Dropping it isn't an option. Dropping it means BIG BIG TROUBLE. So I'm struggling on. And obstinately downing that fantastic Chinese brew that's going to make me uber-sexy and uber-healthy.

This is part of the writing process. I call it Da Wall. Climb it when it shows up. I'm just not used to it being so high. It gets more challenging everyday as my newly asked-for deadline looms closer. Will I ever see the end of Book One?

Every book has a challenge for me. This one is simple to diagnose because like the Chinese brew, I did it to myself. I had decided to write a three-book arc, with the first book concentrating on the heroine's POV. I knew it would be very, very hard for me because I don't like leaving out the hero's POV (there are some, don't worry, just not as many). It's essential because Hell doesn't know her monitor/trainer in Book One, so everything is through her eyes.

Well, guess what? I'm just not used to concentrating on my heroine for long periods! For writers, it means a complete mind-boggling focus on the motivation of one character for chapters on end and to make it harder, I hadn't created an exactly angsty heroine so she doesn't have baggage for me to dissect. Her monitor, on the other hand, is temptingly dark, full of secrets, and wagging his finger temptingly at me every time I look in his direction. Imagine saying no to one of my own COS commandos.

Now you know why I make myself drink that brew. Either that or get drunk. The second option will not get the book finished. ;-)

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