I can't help but feel stuck recently. It seems like there is not only no progression but no movement whatsoever. I feel like the "bad" things that are present in everybody's life are getting stronger in mine. I know I've lost a lot of my strength and ability in being able to handle them too and everything seems so big and draining. So, with a lack of funds to become a world explorer, I escape into books and writing.
A couple of days ago, I went to a talk by Jacq Burns on how to get published and it was very useful in many ways but the most, and I've come to terms with this, is that the story I've spent the last few years on, isn't actually a story at all. It is an amalgamation of stories, back stories, excess characters and description. It is, in its current state,
Sigh.
Something drastic has to be done if I ever want these books to see the light of day and feel the warm hands of people everywhere. My stomach clenches at the idea of getting rid of some characters but I know it is the right thing to do. Minor characters that say important things...easy stuff.
The real problem is I've literally written enough for two books in what is one story...but...one stroke of genius later...I have decided to split it, right in half. They will both be excellent stories, once I've finished the splicing and editing. I hope.
In the end, by giving up the choke hold I had on my original story, I ended up with possibly two!
Then, I transferred that theory onto life but I realised the only thing I craved so much that I held on tightly was something I didn't actually have. I just had the hope of it, so the theory doesn't really count. so...I'm still stuck in that aspect but oh well. I look forward to the distraction the massive rewrites will give, I look forward to the change that will inevitably come and the adventure that is long overdue!
Wish me luck!
Lily
