I am reading a fantasy novel, Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever Chronicles, which I haven’t read since I was 15 (a long time ago). I barely remember the plot, never mind the details; it’s strange how little of the story I remember.
The story is a fast read. I started late last night, and I am already a quarter of the way through the first book of the series. I should be writing. I worked on one story yesterday, but I needed a break. So, I am reading instead.
I have decided to make the second book of my YA series the third book of the series. I made a poor judgment about timing which needs amending to work in the other books. I have a better idea for the second story; although; I must return to the first story and make a critical adjustment. I still have to work out the plot for the sequel before returning to the last book of the series. I know the writing is out of sequence; however, I am a third of the way through the book, and I wish to complete its story.
I will start plotting the second book while I travel to work. The writing seems to flow better when I take transit (The concept is strange, one wouldn’t think this would be the case. I wrote of this before, so there is no sense in rehashing hash it here).
I work full-time; it is busier than it has been for many years. With my writing on the weekends, I don’t have much free time. I seem to be active 24/7. There is little time off.
Ideas seem to flow; the urge to write them down compels me, or I risk forgetting these ideas. I guess this is what it means to be a writer: the desire to jot down every thought that comes to one’s mind and to tell stories.
I have less than a year; then, I will take up writing full-time.
—Robert Confiant 11 July 2021