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Writing and Editing

Some days it feels like you need time to recuperate after returning from a trip. Logically, one would be able to step right back into the everyday mundane, but usually some slip-ups happen.

French Canal near Noyon
Shifting from finishing one novel to writing the next feels much the same way. Parts of one story leak over into another story, or elements from a third story illuminates a need in the first story. Currently, I'm editing three novels - two from a new series I'm trying to publish, and the third is Azure Maris' third book. In addition, I'm writing the sequel to Shamrocks of Stone, and developing ideas for another series.

While it may seem counter-intuitive, my brain works best with multiple story ideas. After all, many times an idea loses steam or turns out to be lousy. At the beginning of an idea, it looks as endless as the canal above, but very quickly I discover that I'm not on a canal, but a wild stream with no direction as to the state of the river or even its final destination.

There are two types of writers, so the theory goes - those who follow an outline, and those who don't. I tend to be a mixture of the two in that I have an idea where the story is going, but as I write, I don't follow the outline, but allow the story to grow. Normally, I cannot plot out all the various aspects within a story that crop up. Most of my added layering comes later when I edit, and see something repeating or find an unexpected element I enjoy which turns into something bigger.

Slip-ups can be the inner workings of the brain saying another path is needed. Remain aware so slip-ups are rare, but at the same time relax and allow the path to lead where it wants to go.


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