Wow. The last time I posted was January! I hope it’s not another six months before my next post.
For some authors it’s difficult to not only create a world that is so unique it makes the reader sad when the story ends, but for the author to say goodbye once the novel is finished.
It’s a bittersweet feeling to write the words The End. I’ve worked so incredibly hard on this novel. It’s been my blood, sweat and tears for the better part of my adult life. I love the world, the characters, the landscape—both internal and external. I’ve sweated through a heat wave with my characters. I’ve been with them every step of their journey (even if I’ve deleted some of those steps from the final copy). Fortunately for me, I love these characters so much I’m planning the second in the series and it’ll be a little bit easier this time since I know the characters and the world. I could go on, but I’m just happy to say, “The End. This one is done.”
Now what do I do?
Buy a paddle board.
That was my gift to myself for finishing the novel. It’s been extremely fun. Great exercise. I feel like I’ve already lost five pounds (actually I have; I just got off the scale). So I try to do SUP every weekend. I’m doing much better than the day I started. And, knock on wood, I haven’t fallen off yet! But I’m looking forward to the day! And I’m getting more practice and experience with each trip. It’s also getting my creative juices churning… When you’re out on the water, by yourself, watching the waves ripple and roll, it’s hard not to be thinking about your characters, what they think of the water, of life… It definitely gets the right side of my brain thinking hard. Those ideas have even led to the start of my new novel: New characters. New problems. New plot. Stepping out of your comfort zone is challenging and rewarding.
I’m happy to say that the new novel starts in present day and ends up approximately 200 years in the future. Totally unexpected, but that’s what happens when you’re not actively thinking about a problem.
Yes. I’m saying it: I’m taking a stab at writing Science Fiction. I never thought I would, but the story I created to take place only in 2013 took a major turn one day while on a run. My characters were doing their thing—telling me about them, their life, their jobs, their loves—while I plotted in my head. I huffed down the last street in my development and on the way back I looked out over Route 1 and watched the slow passing of cars, tractor trailers, and motorcycles crawling in congestion. I finished the corner, straightening out, and as I did I took a deep breath of fresh air. It was so crisp, so clean, I thought, how many days does that happen? Most of the time it’s stifling; humid, thick, and heavy. And one of my characters said, “It happens all the time here because we’re in the future. We’ve learned to eliminate pollution.” And I thought, Well, f*ck, how did you get to the future?
After a five minute mental conversation with my character I had most of the quirks worked out. Now I’m spending time just thinking about and plotting, loosely, the main story, and major and minor characters, reading science magazines and studying linguistics. Yep, let the fun begin! A new world to get lost in!
In the mean time, I’m working on my cover for my novel, Still Life in Blood, will be out in July!
Peace lovely’s, Crystal