Matthew S. Rotundo's Pixeltown

So either I’m out of ideas, or I’m just about ready to start drafting Petra Rising.

But first—the taxman cometh.  One of them certainties Ben Franklin talked about, you know?  And I have documentation to prepare.

After that, though, the novel rolls.  I think.  I hope.

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Onward.

The calendar has flipped again, and I’ve inched a bit closer to the end of Dream Time and the start of actual drafting on Petra Rising.

But I’m not there yet.

But it’s coming.  Oh, yes, it’s coming.  Soon, my friends.  Quite soon.  Be afraid.

(Ooo . . . ominous, ain’t it?)

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Soon.

Continuity issues on Petra Rising are now sorted, I think, but they’ve left me with a lot of questions about what to do with a certain subplot.  After banging my brain against that wall for a bit, I decided to switch to another plot thread, to see if it would prove more tractable.  Not so much, as it happens.  I’m kind of stalled out in Dream Time.

The last time I found myself in that situation, I said to myself, “Screw it.  I’ll just dive into drafting, and something will come to me.  That’s what pantsers do, right?”

Well, kind of.  I mean, I did end up with a draft, but not one that I was very happy with.  I feared the rewrite would be something of a nightmare, and brother, was I right.  I’d just as soon not go though that again.

No, I’m not ready to start this draft just yet.  So I’m not going to, and that’s that.  You hear me, brain?  We have some more prep work to do.  Quit yer whining; it’s not going to help.

And to answer your unspoken question:  yes, this is pretty much how the creative process works with me.

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Back to the notebook . . .