Dreams, Determination and First Drafts
July 5, 2015
For the last 18 months, I’ve been working on the sequel draft to The Caves of Tavannar, and I’m thrilled to announce that at long last it’s finished.
The word count came in at a hefty 139,000 words, close to double the length of book #1, The Caves of Tavannar. Of course, that’s not the final word count. There’s still a huge amount of pruning to do during the editing phase, but for now, I’ll allow myself this brief moment to eat a huge slice of chocolate cake, crack open the champagne and jump around like an idiot.
Because I know what it’s taken to reach this point.
Dreaming has been the easiest and most creative part of the journey.
It was often during the wee small hours before drifting off to sleep, wandering around the supermarket, or pushing the hoover around the house that inspiration would strike. Those were the golden moments when my subconscious would get to work on the solution to a tricky scene, piece of dialogue/narrative, and my imagination was given greater freedom to explore new ideas, names, characters, fantastical creatures and places.
My notebook has been my constant companion along the way, (practically glued to my side) so that I could quickly scribble down or sketch whatever came to mind. I’ve also found Pinterest a great source of inspiration for creating boards for my characters, landscapes, mythical creatures or adding ideas for detailed elements such as clothing, jewellery, food and drink, weaponry and architecture.
The hardest part has been fitting my writing time around all my other family commitments. I’m a busy mum, and although I no longer work outside of the home there are still plenty of demands on my time that inevitably pull me away from my manuscript. I take my hat off to those you who work, have kids and still find time to write, self-publish and market your books because I’m not sure I’d be able to keep all those plates spinning without eventually cracking up!
For the first nine months, I maintained a semblance of calm, on a superficial level at least, all the while paddling furiously beneath. But the last nine have been more challenging, my emotions swinging between self-doubt, melancholy, frustration and guilt to brief moments of pure joy when my fingers were literally flying off the keys. If I’d plotted a graph of my highs and lows, it would’ve looked either like the most awesome roller coaster in the world or the biorhythm chart of a crazy person.
This is where the determination part comes in.
I set myself a regular writing routine between 9am-3pm, three days a week and every second Sunday. Laterally, this has ended up being closer to five days a week in a bid to finish the draft before the start of the school summer holidays. Every day, once I’d shoved *cough* waved my kids off to school, I’d park my bum, disconnect myself from social media and spend my remaining precious hours in Galidom.
That’s not to say there weren’t plenty of days I wasn’t feeling at ‘one with the force’ but I forced myself to write anyway. I wrote whether or not:
- My mind was preoccupied with family, money or health worries.
- My heart felt like a sack of wet sand.
- I felt physically ill.
- I felt like a big, fat failure.
- I felt stretched so thin, I thought I would snap in two.
- That everything I’d written should be burned immediately.
- The laundry was piling up, paperwork overflowing and the dust bunnies rising up in revolt.
- My hubby was sick of listening to my same old writing woes, which was becoming our sole topic of conversation.
- There were a hundred other things demanding my attention.
If I’m honest, a big part of this relentless perseverance has been driven by the pressure to get my second book out as soon as possible, mainly because it’s part of a trilogy and the first book is already available. There’s always a fear that readers will no longer be interested if they have to wait too long before the next book in the series is released. In hindsight, I should have written all three before publishing, so that my readers wouldn’t have to wait. Ah well, you live and learn.
That said, the second book is a great deal longer, deeper and more complex than the first, in terms of worldbuilding, back story, character development, multiple POV characters and sub-plots. It’s required a huge amount of research to ensure historical, mythological and scientific accuracy. And an even bigger chunk of time to plan every detail of the complicated story arc, which spans two centuries.
But length aside, I know that I’ve pushed myself to my limit and couldn’t have done any more to speed up the process. Over the last few hazy, crazy months, my writing has taken precedence above all else. I’ve neglected my family, the housework, my health and sometimes my sanity. In recent weeks, I’ve forgotten birthdays, forgotten to check the mail and even forgotten what day it was.
Not to mention my pasty Scottish complexion has turned a whiter shade of pale, (if that’s possible) my posture would make a physiotherapist weep and I could probably carry a week of shopping in the bags under my eyes.
So 18 months on, has it all been worth it?
Here are some things I’ve learned in the process:
- I believe I’ve developed as a writer, both in terms of technique and finding my own voice.
- I’ve come to realise that I need to walk my own path, no matter how long it will take me.
- I’ve learned that it’s self-destructive to compare myself to my peers.
- I feel more confident about taking risks in my writing, breaking rules and pushing through the genre boundaries if it serves the story.
- I will write what I want to write and read.
- I’m not a failure and my writing doesn’t suck.
- I’ve written a novel that I’ve poured my heart into and quite possibly left behind part of my soul on the pages.
- I need to get out more.
- I need to take better care of my one all-seeing eye.
- I need to stop obsessing over things out with my control.
- If the gods are good and I’m still around to write more books in the future, I need to make more time to exercise. I so do!
- I’ve discovered that writing fulfills a part of me I never knew existed, and without it, life loses its colour.
- I love odd numbers.
This second book has been a labour of love and a joy to write. It’s full of epic battles, monstrous creatures, breathtaking landscapes, ancient prophecies and dark sorcery. The story is steeped in Celtic, Nordic and other world mythologies, with many spiritual and paranormal themes woven throughout. There is light and shade, love and loss, magic and mystery and some shocking twists along the way.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it. The cover and title will be revealed in September, so watch out for that.
But before the tough months of editing begin, I’m off to Cornwall for a much needed holiday.
Cheers to you all xxx 😎
Feature photo by Jonathon Pie via Unsplash