I’m sure, dear reader, that most of us who are writers have a stash of partial manuscripts hiding in different places in our house (life, garage, files, you name it…). I know I do. Another writer I know refers to these as muse bombs. These last few weeks I have been unearthing and filing my muse bombs–partial manuscripts, first chapter pieces, notebooks with good ideas and a few pages. I have filled one box of hanging files and am starting on box two. On the good side, I will never run out of stories. I will always have a backlog. On the other? Well, apparently, my muse likes to drop her toys all over the place and just leave them there, while she starts playing with other toys. I have muse bombs littering my life.
These muse bombs are affecting my other writing, too. This week my muse threw a muse bomb at me and took my writing for a ride, literally. The new story starts with the protagonist being picked up by a truck driver on a long haul, and taking her along with him, and I now have 10K words on yet another manuscript. Since the story started from the black box exercise in HTTS, I’m not complaining. But, it doesn’t get my other pieces finished. And finished and out the door is the goal of this year.
The Finder is turning very dark, with body parts and flowers as part of the stalking and psychological torment. The previous boyfriend has now arrived at the hospital, and been the required jerk. My DH muttered about me writing horror. I don’t write horror, but this one is…definitely darker than I expected it to be. I was aiming for thriller. I think I’m getting horrifying thriller. I need to do some more research on a few pieces before the manuscript goes much further, however, so that piece is in a temporary time out.
Organizing and cleaning has still not unearthed the first half of the manuscript that was finished, Here be Dragons. This is the manuscript I was going to take through editing with HTRYM. This is the story that inspired the dragon theme in my Flash Fiction Collection, and it is a solid piece. I have read it aloud to my primary editors. However, three weeks of looking and I still have only page 1, and pages 90-200. My dear husband (forever known as DH) continues to assure me that it must be somewhere in this house.
Organizing has, however, revealed four different versions of the Meningitis Plot, all starting at different places in the story arc, three different versions of The Reluctant Princess, and nine versions of Return of the Empress. I am also 80% through Super School, and have a printed version of it. (We won’t talk about the other mumblety number of pieces in the blue filing boxes, dear reader). Like I said, I will never run out of ideas.
So in self defense and desperation, I have once again returned to using Flylady. I am working on getting the house back to easy to take care of and able to have company without stress. I’m trying to build Space into my system and my life. I have discovered that keeping the sink cleared and the dishes done takes far less time if I do it every day. I don’t know why it surprises me that keeping it up takes less time than getting it to go in the first place. So far, the habit is sink/dishes and 15 minutes in a zone. I am trying to add put things away as I go, but that one is proving to be harder than I expected. Perhaps my muse is following my inner diva’s lead?
In other news, I now have a fourth short story out for consideration and for some editorial review (my first piece for this kind of feedback). It isn’t a long piece, but I am excited to see what the editor will think of it, and what kinds of suggestions she has for tightening it up. I have also taken some time to go through the catalog of writing contests I purchased from Brian Henry at Quick Brown Fox and have started to enter them into my calendar so I write to a deadline. No news on the first three, and that should happen any day now.