Well, here we are: the sixth and final post on Ruth Snyder’s blog hop, and it’s been quite a ride. This week Ruth asked us to share about our current work in progress or, in my case and the case of many others I know, works in progress. Click on the icon below to read what other writers have to say on the subject. Below are my thoughts.
Unlike many writers I know, including a few on this blog hop, my preference has always been to have only one work in progress at any given time. It’s always been my contention that when my focus is pulled in several different directions simultaneously, it’s like trying to enlarge a picture with too few megapixels; my thoughts start to grow fuzzy and more than a bit distorted.
Nevertheless, different directions are exactly where I’m being pulled at the moment. In addition to a bit of revising and polishing of my two-book romantic suspense series, I have also taken on a non-fiction ghost-writing project, something entirely new for me, and have been hired to do a substantive edit (although it’s closer to a complete re-write) of a novel. And I am preparing a proposal for my agent to use in shopping around the first book of a trilogy I am currently working on.
The trilogy that was a big surprise to me. I love to read and write contemporary fiction, but never thought I would write one set in the future (forty years), especially one with an end times feel to it. But that’s exactly what this is. After a series of terrorist attacks in Canada, martial law is declared. The End Begins is a suspense-filled love story about a believer and one of the soldiers sent to her city to enforce a ban on hate crimes. And according to an amendment to the Anti-terrorism Act, the definition of hate crimes has just been broadened to include pretty much anything done in the name of Jesus Christ. This book is different than my earlier ones, but it was incredibly exciting to write, and I’m looking forward to carving out time in the near future to complete books two and three.
Certainly, I am involved in more projects at the moment than I ever have been at one time before (and that doesn’t include the posts for this blog and a couple of others I contribute to, a monthly newsletter I put together for a friend’s business, smaller substantive and copy-editing projects, marketing of my published novel, and other platform building, internet-presence-enhancing projects.)
Definitely getting fuzzy.
Except that, much to my surprise, I’m also having a lot of fun. Each of the large projects is different and challenging. I’m adding to my skills and breaking new ground. Feedback has been positive and encouraging. I may drop into bed exhausted every night, but it’s an exhilarated exhaustion, since I know I have been productive and creative all day.
I absolutely cannot complain about all the work I have to do. Mainly because I have work, which not all writers are fortunate enough to have, and not only that, but it’s work I love, in my field, that challenges and excites me.
And it’s work that I can do from home (or wherever I am) so I am able to be present and available for my three favourite works in progress, my kids, whose writing always makes make me smile:
And who are, incidentally, wildly creative in their own right:
And remembering all of that inspires me and restores sharpness and clarity to my focus every time.
Press on, my friends. Press on,