With Yin-Yang finally finished, and the year wrapping up, it seemed like a good idea to sit down and do an inventory of current writing projects.
The cliche remark about creativity is an exclamation or a question about coming up with ideas. In my case… I’m unable to not have them. The world is filled with them on all sides. Does that make it easier? Um, no, not really.
For me, there’s a fairly consistent progression as far as how much effort is going into a given phase and what the payback is.
Usually there’s a bit of a spike in the required input at the beginning, while I’m digging around on name websites and through books for character names, trying to work out what they do with themselves in very broad strokes that will be refined in the next phase. At that point, I’m so excited about having something new to explore and seeing so many possibilities that I barely notice the cost. More energy is being generated from that excitement than I’m using.
That’s followed by an initial writing phase, when I plunge in and start writing or typing words as fast as my fingers can move in a mad race to record everything I see in my head, while every scene gives birth to several more. Characters come to life and take off running, and sooner or later, if it’s a good idea, I’ll blink and realize that I’ve tripped over a plot. This phase is exhilarating, intoxicating, and the greatest high in the universe; sleep and food become secondary, and with all the other aspects of mundane life they become something to get through as rapidly as possible in order to return to writing. It’s intensely addictive, and it’s a significant drop when it fades, which can be after a few thousand words, or a few tens of thousands.
Once it does fade, then it’s possible to consider the whole thing more rationally. Is this idea actually worth continuing with, or does it go in the “fun but not worth continuing with” category? Quite a lot goes into the latter. At one point I thought of those as wasted time; now, I accept them as they are, which is as excellent practice for a variety of skills and as fuel for the pure joy of creation, regardless of whether they seem to be novel-worthy.
For the ones that seem to have potential for more, this leads to the next phase: finishing it. This is a complex sort of phase. It involves further sessions of wild creativity, though shorter and less overwhelming, combined with a lot of serious thought about the whole work instead of being lost in any given episode within it. Some writers hold the philosophy that you should finish the first draft entirely before ever looking back, but for me, everything builds on everything else, and that just isn’t feasible. The first rush gives me most of my framework to build on, though. This phase is an emotional and energetic roller coaster of moments of optimism and inspiration mixed with hours of research and plotting out chapters and hammering out inconsistencies and choosing scenes to crop out and on and on and on. It’s hard to stick with it. There’s very limited payback, and the whole phase is fuelled almost entirely by the drive to share, to put it in a form that can be enjoyed and appreciated by other people so I can show them what I can see. It’s an immense investment, and like any other, it’s a gamble: will anyone read it? Will they like it? If they do, then the pay-off is equally immense: each and every person who says, “I loved it! I got lost in it!” makes it worth all the work.
That last phase is the longest by far, and it’s the massive counterbalance to how easily ideas come to me. Following through on something in the hopes of a reward for the exhausting effort is even harder when you have the siren-song of a new idea calling to you and promising the immediate pay-off of a few days or maybe even weeks of ecstasy. And especially when I’m wrestling with depression or anxiety, I need that escape right now, at any cost. Combined with the knowledge that my cats depend on me, that has kept me alive and kept me more or less functioning even through the bad spells. Even when I’m not crashing, those periods of high-energy creativity feed me and keep me going through the low-energy periods of finishing, editing, and formatting earlier projects.
Which has added up, over some 25 years of writing, to a LOT of projects on the go. I updated my list and did a count, just out of curiosity.
Discounting the ideas for short stories or fragments of notions yet to be explored, I currently have:
- 3 finished novels – in order of release, BlackWolf, Lamia, and Yin-Yang
- 2 ongoing projects – Moonblood and my playground Gaia
- 2 sequels begun, for BlackWolf and Lamia (and several requests for a Yin-Yang sequel)
- the Resurrection Project: 1 novel in the finishing phase, 2 more that have high potential, and at least 5 more that might be worth tackling to see what would happen (interestingly, the list has almost identical comments for every one: “Characters are great and work well, premise is interesting, plot has some very bad flaws that need to be fixed, technique is abysmal.”)
- 1 urban fantasy, well underway, planned to be the next completed release (but plans change)
- 1 high fantasy, with a decent (15k words) beginning that I do expect to finish if I can find a way to fix a couple of flaws
- 1 high fantasy, well underway, that I’m unsure whether there’s an audience for (of course, I thought that about Yin-Yang too), which could conceivably have a sequel and a prequel
- 2 urban fantasies, at least one of them in the same universe as Lamia, and 1 high fantasy, in very early stages but with high potential
- 1 tentative urban fantasy ongoing story
- a handful of bits and pieces that could, if I sit down and actually start playing with them, turn into more, since they worked well in my “sandbox” trials
How many does that add up to? I suppose it depends on how you count and where you draw the line. My conclusion, when I looked at this last night, was that if I got no more new ideas for ten years, I’d still be working on what I already have by the time another one comes along.
Does that make it easier to write than it would be if I had fewer ideas? Um, no. Staying focused on any one project for any length of time, past the initial rush, takes self-discipline and determination that I admit I don’t always have. If you aren’t producing finished work for other people to read, what difference does it make what the exact reason is?
I’m working on it, though, and I’m getting better at it. The encouragement I’ve had from the people who have read work I’ve already finished and posted is a huge source of motivation, and I’m grateful to everyone who gets back to me to tell me what they thought.
Now, back to writing. So, let’s see, which one do I work on?