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Around this time last year, Coyote and I found ourselves
spinning our wheels where O4S is concerned. It's very frustrating-- we're in the homestretch! Books V-VI, that's all we have to do, and the series is done. And it’s not that we don’t
know how to end it—we do. We’ve plotted the end from the
beginning. It’s just the words. They weren’t flowin’.
It’s not surprising, really. Last year, we went through the whirlwind
of signing with a publisher, which was short-lived but very stressful. By the time we
finished Books III-IV, (ye gods, THREE YEARS AGO now!), I had been through the
grinder-- school, taking care of my ill spouse, my own health problems, finances,
career upheaval. Now, Coyote is going through a similar grinder—school, health
problems, taking care of an ill parent, etc.
I also think one of the reasons we’ve had such a hard time
finishing off the series is because—well, do we really want it to end? Of
course we don’t. Also, Corbenic, the world of Books III-IV, is our favorite place.
How do we move on from that? I’m sure that someday we will, but it’s hard, Ringo. It’s
real hard.
And then (speaking for myself on this), I spent several years
producing a lot of work. In five years, I not only co-authored Books I-IV of
the O4S series, but churned out a novel, a novella, two children’s books, short stories,
poems, book reviews, blog posts, and a lot of marketing materials. Burnout was
inevitable.
The Oatmeal brilliantly
and succinctly captures how the creative process is like breathing—you can’t
breathe out constantly. I knew this. Like Matthew Inman, I read a lot. I take
long walks. I try to get out and meet new people. I attend art events. I watch
movies. All of this replenishes my creative well. But none of these old standbys seemed to be working.
So we knew WHY we were spinning our wheels. The question
was—what to do about it? We tried taking a few breaks—three weeks here, a month
there. We wanted to write. But maybe,
for our creative health, we should refrain.
That didn’t help, either. Again, I can’t speak for Coyote here, but I
know I wasn’t writing anything. No poems. No short stories. Nada. I was tapped
out. I needed to find new subjects. I also found myself contemplating who I was
as a writer—writing, in a way, is the longest relationship I have ever had. It
had always been there for me. It had always been a way to escape—painful
childhood stuff, health problems, money problems, bad jobs. But one day, I woke
up and found that I didn’t really have those problems anymore. I didn't have anything I needed to escape from. I didn’t NEED
writing the way I once did.
It’s not you, writing. It’s me. I have to figure out who I
am now. Once I know who that is, I can figure out whether or not we can be together.
Well, I’ve decided that yes, I am still a writer, and yes,
writing and I are happily back together. How?
We had a second honeymoon, writing and I. We built a sand
mandala, Coyote and I. Those are some majorly mixed metaphors, but bear with me
here.
At one point, while Coyote and I were working on Books III-IV, we
started playing with what we call Alternate Timelines. It started
innocuously enough. In a sense, all writers do it—working out plot points is
like standing at a crossroads. You look down each road as far as you can,
trying to see if it leads you to where you want to go. Some routes look
tempting, but for some reason or other, you reject them.
Sometimes, those rejected routes stay with you. Sometimes, your mind even coughs up a whole detour, an off-ramp, a total departure from the original journey.
For us, this happened one day, when Coyote asked me,
“What if Alyssa had been born in Corbenic?” The concept fascinated me. And just like that, the first
Alternate Timeline was born. We wrote up an outline and have almost 90 pages
exploring that idea.
But that was only the first. We have four other Alternate
Timelines, exploring different “What Ifs.” Basically, we’re writing our own
fanfic. (I suppose I picked a good time to bring this up, what with the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child fervor.)
Last February, I thought of a fifth timeline. I wondered
what would have happened if Alyssa had wandered into Corbenic during the reign
of King James, Leo’s grandfather. Seven months later, we have 125,000 words.
That’s almost 500 pages. I’d say the story is a little more than half finished,
but it’s really astonishing how quickly it’s grown.
And you know what? It’s been a blast, it’s been a work-out, it's been a learning experience, and I feel 100% satisfied. Coyote’s and my partnership feels like it’s back in
sync. My creative juices have been primed and I’m back to working on other
stuff—poems, mostly, and some other projects as well, but it’s too early to
talk about them yet.
As we’ve been writing this, the practical part of my brain keeps
going, “What are you DOING? You can’t publish this—at least, not anytime soon. What's the point?”
But the pointlessness kinda IS the point, know what I mean, jellybean? This is what I mean by second
honeymoon stuff—on one hand, it’s been sheer indulgence, but on the other, it’s
allowed writing and me to get re-acquainted. It reminded me that this is why I
write in the first place—to amuse myself. To have a good time. If you enjoy
something, it should never be considered a waste of time.
It’s also been a surprisingly spiritual endeavor. We’re
building a sand mandala—a rather large artistic undertaking that will
ultimately be dismantled. It’s an exercise in impermanence. (We are, after all,
dust motes, are we not?) Even if we had written something that could be
published, even if it was something that sold millions of copies, our work will
eventually be forgotten, swept away by time. That reality becomes very stark
when you write something you KNOW no one but you will ever care about.
So it’s up to us to find our own worth, to follow our own
paths, regardless of how others may see it.
When we finish, I think, we’ll be ready to go back to the
main storyline. Thanks to those of you who've stuck it out with us.
As always, I'd love to hear from you. Please feel free to leave comments/questions below.
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