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August 4 question is about a favorite craft book, but it's been years since I've picked one up, so I'll need to go with my own this month!
It doesn't help how the pandemic has turned this world topsy-turvy, nor does it help how conflicts have sapped my creativity in real life, either.
The story I submitted for the IWSG Anthology Contest, Dark Matter was my last before hitting a rut. All I've been doing is going down the list of books I've already written and editing them since my creative flow has suffered so much.
There was a song that sparked a science fiction story inside me back in 2008. I felt the depressive, mournful mood it struck. I imagined advanced technology, a powerful government, people who obeyed its strict laws with very little individuality but never realizing it.
The setting was slippery in my head: though it was technologically advanced, it was very much integrated with nature.
I set that lump of magic in my brain vault for another time.
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So, bear in mind how with the pandemic, woven tightly with emotional trauma, it was difficult to write anything at all.
When this story finally came to me 13 years later in June of this year, I was flabbergasted. The plot, characters, specific setting--everything--hit me all at once.
The first night I battled around with it (June 14); I'd only written about 2k words over the course of about five hours, despite having the full story in mind. It was a huge struggle for me!
Comparing this to my past record of writing 50k books in a week, this was disheartening.
Today, I have 52,810 words with a bit of a rewrite (the first few chapters weren't going the direction I wanted) in my aforementioned story but am just about halfway through.
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I'm still reeling with the fact that I'm barely managing to keep up with my past record. I hope that this means that whatever I've been fighting no longer bars me from my writing.
Here is the blurb to my story:
Balance. Peace. Order. Everything Nreena has lived for shatters the moment an accident nearly takes her life. If it were not for Daemos, she would have never known what a kiss felt like, or a touch—she especially would have never known what lurked right in front of her home these many years…
Do you have a recoup story you can share? How did you deal with the tangling emotions? The doubt? How did you breakthrough?