I’ve loved to write since I was in high school. Probably typical. I admired the writers I read and the books we studied in English Lit class. I got tremendously artsy overall during this time, including a deep love for music and art. I tried to play musical instruments, but I never got good enough to really take it anywhere. It didn’t even occur to me to pick up a pencil and draw. Well, no, that’s a lie. I have envied artists that can draw beautiful pictures, and I’ve tried to do it, but instantly gave up. So, I stuck to writing because I thought it was fun and it clicked.
I finished the first draft of Part 2 of Orphan’s Hollow. And I’m still behind. It’s an odd feeling to finish something and still have plenty left to do. I want to celebrate, but that feels premature. Maybe I’ll get ahead in the next few weeks but it’s hard to say. When all is said and done and the last words are written and the final part is published, then I’ll celebrate.
I’ve been sleeping better which is a plus. I think it’s the warmer weather. Anytime it hits below zero it’s like my body goes into shock and struggles to sleep.
Next, I plan to hop into the editing process of Part 2 while I simultaneously write Part 3. Switching gears could prove treacherous. I’m hopeful, though. I don’t have much of a choice.
As time goes along, I’ll share a little more of my process with everyone. Spreadsheets and all.
Until then, I hope you enjoy Orphan’s Hollow: The Raven – Part 1.
I woke up around 4:00 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. This is rare. The below zero temperatures and the short days must be messing with my head. It seems like this is becoming a common thread each year. Hopefully, I don’t get that nasty virus like I did last year. No one wants to endure that.
Since I couldn’t sleep, I read the rest of Song of Susannah by Stephen King. Now I’m left with that enduring question bringing too much opportunity into the mix: What should I read next? I’ll come up with something. Probably something short. And scary.