The Well
I had a pretty big Saturday morning that no one will even get until sometime next year when I pull the trigger.
I finished the first draft of the next book, which is a collection of 20 stories.
Calling it:
“Telling Stories.”
It was a massive project that started about 2 years ago, and it was an absolute blast.
I didn’t have much of a plan other than to write whatever the hell I wanted to write about, and no sooner did I finish one story when I had the idea for the next one.
When the story idea hit me I’d write the first few pages, and trap them under the title:
“Story 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”
At one point I had about 7 different chapter stories that I was working on at one time. I’d work on whatever one fit my mood.
Then I would type the completed stories onto my computer, doing the rewrite as I typed.
Somehow I had half of story 19 and just a few pages of story 5 left on Saturday morning.
One huge mug of copy and I finished off 19.
A second huge mug had me thinking about finishing number 5 which I did in another hour or so.
This is a wild collection!
Some mysteries, some loving ones, a few surprises and a number of memorable characters. There are a couple that I finished off, thinking, “Damn, that works!”
And the great thing about my writing life is that the well hasn’t ever run dry on me.
I started ‘Telling Stories’ when I was about 20 years old.
40 years later and I’ve smoothly gone from one project to another.
The work isn’t done, of course, I need to read what I wrote about ten more times now before I put it out…
…while also working on the next one…which I’ve already started.
I sent a message to my first reader, Cathy Weiser.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
I haven’t sent her a text in about two years.
“Gimme, gimme!” She responded.
So, now the rewrite process of it all…
…and I work on the new material to keep my brain engaged.
The feeling of accomplishment lasted all of 30 minutes!
40 years of being haunted by the stories.
Best feeling in the world…
…even if it doesn’t last very long.
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