Then the Panic Sets In…

Ever since I was given the go-ahead to mention my upcoming novel here on my blog, I’ve been combating this timid anxiety trying to creep its way into my brain.  “Relax,” I tell myself.  “It’s still a year away” – give or take.  It’s not about that novel, though.  It’s about what comes next.

The process is so long, shouldn’t I already have another book submitted by now?  If so, which one?  Confession time again:  I’m possibly the epitome of everything those help articles tell you NOT to do as a writer.  I cannot sit down and write just one novel at a time.  My creative juices don’t flow that way.  I have no less than 2 dozen novels in the works – that have been in the works for months to years – impatiently waiting for my attention to return to them.  It will.  It always does.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe in the power of discipline as a writer.  I write and (try to read) every day.  Yes, even beyond this new addiction called blogging!

Whether it’s new ideas for old stories – or new ideas in general – I always have my notebook right beside me, where I can quickly stem the spontaneous hemorrhaging.  I have other ‘finished’ novels; they possess a beginning, middle and end, but they’re far from done.  Haven’t yet been put through the wringer of polishing and re-editing needed to meet my own standards, let alone a publisher’s.

Should I force myself to focus on one of these, so I can hurry up and get them submitted?  Or should I keep letting my creativity control the course of my attention?  As a reader, when I find an author I thoroughly enjoy, I can’t wait for their next book to come out.  Since I don’t have any readers – YET – I’m not entirely sure who I would be ‘rushing’ for.  Myself?  My publisher?  Or the potential readers I might acquire after the publication of The Zen Lounge?  Perhaps, all of us.

All I know, is I’m starting to feel antsy and it’s driving me crazy.  I hate feeling like I’m not working fast enough, that I’m going to miss some imagined deadline.  It’s times like these that I wish I actually had control over my own creativity.  Blasted, single-track bastard.  It’s official, my creativity is male.  Ha!  There, that should get some comments… bring it, fellas. 😉

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6 thoughts on “Then the Panic Sets In…

  1. I’m commenting before even reading…for now. I just gotta say I literally burst out laughing when I read your title over on BlogHer. hahahaha … ok, gonna go read it now :p

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  2. LOL, I had my own “panic at the desko” a couple of days ago. I had an avalanche of freelance work with short deadlines land all at the same time. I have never had this much at once and of course I remain committed t NaBloPoMo. Write for you first, unless the bills depend on it ;0

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    • Sometimes I’m struck with those funny little play on words – it really hadn’t been planned, but I’m glad someone else got a chuckle out of it. 🙂 Freelance is something I’ve never done, though have been looking into more frequently, so I can only imagine the rush of deadlines. Thank you for the like, the advice and the comments! I hope you’re enjoying your evening.

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  3. We always keep telling ourselves that we must do more, write faster. I think sometimes it is less anxiety inducing to think that it would be nice to work at a faster pace, but it is a good thing that we keep at it, whatever the pace than not do it altogether 🙂 You’ll get there.

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