I have three major projects to work on at the moment: the PhD novel ( I call it Fear for a number of reasons but mainly becaue of its topic!), the dystopian novel that is undergoing a rewrite (and needs a new name but for now it’s Mongrel) and my teen rom fantasy that is an absolutely wonderful thing to lose yourself in (Wynterborne). This was initially a paralysing thought. How was I going to do this as well as All Those Things that go on in normal life? But as spring lengthens the dasy, and with it my energy, I see that it’s very possible. Realistically possible.
This is what I’ve done so far. I reached a point in Fear where I just ground to a halt. I found myself going backwards and forwards over the same thing while characters did a lot of navel gazing and the flood waters (in the book but also around Victoria) sailed on by in their murky browness. So I stopped and put it in the metaphorical drawer. Next, I pulled out Mongrel. With a bit of help from some new friends, I’m ironing out some kinks in the plot and along the way some other things are happening that are surprising me. I’m about 2/3 of the way through the upgrade (which I think describes it better than re-write) and can see that when this is done, it’ll have to be bottom drawered as well. I’ll be ready for Fear again, which I want to have to a decent level by January in order to get someone else’s thoughts on it. Hopefully, that will leave January free for Wynterborne’s upgrade and sequel because I’ve always thought that I need to work on these two things together.
Yeah, I know you shouldn’t put timelines on these things but it really helps me to have a ball park date, something to aim for, something to be able to say, ‘Yeah, I think I can do this by then.’ It’s psychological trickery but who cares?
Meanwhile, I’m waiting to hear whether my application for a May Gibbs Fellowship has been successful. This is the first time I’ve applied because it’s about the first time for a number of years that I can see that some time away from family would actually be alright and Nothing Major Will Happen if I’m not at the helm for a week or so at a time. I haven’t applied for any grants etc for years, partly because I don’t think I’ve needed anything grant-related like travel or research costs. The only thing I crave at the moment is concentration time.
Off to the pictures now with M to see Tomorrow when the war began by, of course, John Marsden. I know I’ll be disappointed but I’m going anyhow to see what they’ve done with it. But how can film ever compete with imagination?