So I’ve been in the fog of writing my novel the past couple of weeks. It seems that once I hit the midway point, it starts rolling like a snowball down a hill, and the second half of the rough draft comes pouring out three times faster than the first. I suppose that’s my writing style, and I’m used to it. But I do have to say one thing: I’ve learned this week that living in your own little world has advantages. One is that when the rest of the world has gone crazy and you’re humming along oblivious to it all, you look like you really have your crap together and are on top of the world. And that’s particularly handy when people are freaking out over what turns out to be nothing. You look brilliant. Or psychic. Or both.
Case in point: I noticed a lot of chatter going on around me this past week. I’m a loner, so frankly I thought it was the normal day-to-day thing until I talked to my parents, and they asked if we could have lunch a day early this week because of weather. Then somebody on Twitter asked if we battened down the hatches and were ok, because the radar looked like we were under seige. Then somebody on Facebook mentioned cancelled and grounded flights. Then I see on a local news app that the Governor declared a State of Emergency for the weather. What weather, I thought. Sure, it’s colder than normal, and somebody upstairs forgot to turn off the faucet because it’s rained a lot lately, but is that bad? I wasn’t aware that rain was dangerous or fatal.
Turns out, there was a chance of a wintery mix because the temperatures dipped the past few days, and I did see a period of snow Tuesday morning while getting ready for work. It made a pretty picture, but didn’t stick. And there was some slushy, unidentifiable form of precipitation hit my windshield on the way home yesterday. But here’s the thing: it all turned back to rain. What’s more, the school district where Rick works had a two hour delay yesterday. They said black ice, but the pavement was dry when I came into work and when I went out to lunch. It didn’t get wet until it started raining again later in the day.
It turns out that the freeze line was in the counties above us, so we saw very little, and what we got amounted to a whole lot of soggy nothing.
The beauty of all of this is that I’ve written 9 chapters of Schism this week while everybody else was glued to the weather forecasts. In fact, I’m nearing the end of this second part of the trilogy. I’m planning the final 5 chapters, and if the Lord wills and creeks don’t rise, I hope to finish the rough draft by the middle of next week. Go me. I’ll be glad, too, because this story is starting to drive me bonkers. All these ideas flooding my brain is exhausting. I’ll be glad to have it done so I can take a break and then start working on Book 3 ofThe Earthside Trilogy. I have no idea how that will unfold, but then again I had no idea how Schism would unfold when I finished writing Fracture last October, but by golly it has and I’m almost done writing it. I have faith that Book 3 will come in the right time – and probably sooner than I’m ready, as is often the case. That too is alright. I write when the story is ready to be written. Me and my muse have figured out how to work it out well.
Sometimes fiction makes more sense than reality. It’s been one of those weeks, but it’s alright. As I said, being in your own little world has great advantages at times.
That’s all today. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.