When One Door Closes…
My recent situation has my thinking in sayings like: “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” and “Never say Never.”
You see, I’ve been working on a novel (a supernatural mystery) and was just about ready to write the rough draft – when I was stopped in my tracks by a pinched nerve in my neck (which practically stopped me from doing almost everything for a month). I’m slowly getting the use of my right arm and hand back but just typing this post is still difficult. Typing an entire novel, at this point, would be impossible. I sort of use the NaNoWRiMo method – I write the entire draft/outline in a month, so that means a lot of typing every day.
I really miss writing – and I thought, “Hey, I can still edit on paper!” So a few days ago I pulled out a rough draft that I had shelved over 2 years ago (I actually have 3 of these.) and printed it out. The name of the almost-novel is Potion. It’s a young adult supernatural fairy tale inspired by “Hansel and Gretal” and my short story, “Blueberry Eyes.” Note: “Blueberry Eyes” is one of the short stories in my collection, Supernatural Fairy Tales.
Potion is a big mess. I have a lot to do. Especially trying to figure out Past-Dorlana’s notes and reorganizing. But I think the story has a lot of potential.
So why didn’t I finish it 2 years ago? At the time I was working on the rough draft was around the time I was still working on the finishing touches of my other two YA supernatural fairy tales, and I guess I just needed a break. I’m not sure when I would have returned to the genre, if ever, if this situation had not happened. So? Blessing in disguise? That remains to be seen…
Love and Laughter,