There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway
This quote from Ernest Hemingway is in my current novel, Rogan’s Robbie. That book more or less flowed as I wrote it, so there was little bleeding involved. Derrick’s Daria and the follow-up novella Ever After are another story altogether.
I know what I want as far as characters, locations, storyline, etc. What I’m not too sure of is the timing. Do I do Rogan and Robbie’s wedding story or do I figure out D & D’s story first? There are a lot of interactions among all of the characters involved, and other than blending the two books – which I don’t want to do for a lot of reasons – the artist/creative side of my brain (i.e., nuts) is at war with my logical/rational side.
I figure I’ll be spending the next couple of weeks sorting this out. Meanwhile, I’ve decided that tonight, when I’m glaring at the laptop and wondering why it’s not helping me, I’ll just grab a bottle of red and pour myself a glass. My usual Muse wine is a nice Rosé, but that’s when I’m in the groove.
No groove visible, unfortunately. I will share if said groove reveals itself while I’m forlornly sipping.