People are always going on about how much work writing is. Oh the agony, oh the slog, blah de blah.
And, yeah, it's rare that you can avoid the slog.
But, dammit, writing is fun! I write because I love it. There are far more highs than there are lows.
My favourite parts are:
- Accidental coolness - when re-reading that paragraph you tossed off in a hurry makes you stop and blink and double-check that you can claim credit for it.
- Plans coming together - all those plot threads dovetailing so neatly you'd think it was deliberate!
- THAT scene - finally reaching the one scene you've been wanting to write for THREE MONTHS now.
- Unreeling the world - by far my favourite part, when you've got one page written and you're galloping through plot and possibility and why and wherefore and you're walking around with a huge grin because wouldn't it be cool to do that! And what if, and EW!, and that could work and then, but, and if, and oh, damn, I love this story!
By which you might guess that I've had a first page 'musesploding' all over the place. Wednesday (which will probably end up being called The Pyramids of London) is occupying every spare thought because I've been having way too much fun working out a world which I'm calling my "Didn't Fall" world. Where the Egyptian Empire didn't fall because its God-Kings were weather-controlling vampires. And the Roman Empire didn't fall because the technical difficulties of fighting weather-controlling vampires led to them harnessing lightning. And Britain is just a bit different after being successively invaded by the Romans, the Vikings, the Egyptians, and something which vaguely resembles the Normans, but is now proudly independent with an airship force to be reckoned with, and coronations are held in the Great Grove dedicated to the Tri-Fold Goddess.
So, uh, yeah. So much to write, so little time...
[I am faithfully working on Voice every morning, though, and making good progress now that I made it past a tricky bit.]