thoughtfulIn an effort to keep myself breathing, I am now going to envision my perfect world. A world of sunshine and zombie puppies, where all I have to do is watch horror movies, take long walks, go to conventions, and write. In that world, I don't have to put things aside because there's no time.
I want to live there.
4 Things I'd Love to Write.
4. It's been on my "current projects" post for a while now, because hope springs eternal, but I really, really want to write this crazy math/language/Greek philosophy epic urban fantasy monster called The Nativity of Chance, which should probably have moved into the head of Tim Powers, but wound up with me instead. It's book one of a trilogy, and it's so deliciously messed-up that I just want to spend some serious quality time in its loving arms.
3. Lady of the Underground is the sequel to a romantic comedy I wrote a few years back, called Chasing St. Margaret. (I'm planning to revise Chasing St. Margaret this year, probably on the plane to Australia, and get it into publishable form, because I love it so.) Lady of the Underground would give me an excuse to spend more time with some characters I really adore, and that's just an awesome concept.
2. Spelunking Through Hell: A Visitor's Guide to the Underworld. It's the tenth book in the InCryptid series, and the story of Alice Price-Healy's quest for her wayward husband (who is going to be getting so punched in the face when she finds him). Don't judge my series-oriented ways. My idea of pacing is not like your Earth idea of pacing.
1. The rest of Toby. I want the world to arrange itself so I can write this series until it's finished and over and done. And then I will do a little dance, and it will be glorious.
February 26 2010, 18:56:38 UTC 7 years ago
I understand completely. The first thing I tell people about my writing is, "I think epic." Because without that preface followed by an explanation that I like things mapped out in advance, a reference to something that happens in Season 4 or even Season 2 of a show I've imagined apparently comes off as either hubristic, pipe dreamy, or just plain nuts.
But it's how I roll. I like to plant seeds that don't sprout and blossom for years. It's fun. It's cool. It's the kind of stories I like. Furthermore, even my attempts to go short term are often met with opposition from my own instincts.
I had this idea for a film. A nice, little self-contained film. I had the characters, I had their arcs, I had the seasonal motif down. It was going to be 120-180 pages of perfection. And then I got to page 40, when most of the main events hadn't even started yet, and realized it already felt rushed and stilted, and that I actually had an eight to thirteen hour mini-series on my hands.
Go fig.
February 27 2010, 20:49:42 UTC 7 years ago