I had a whole post written that dealt with the events of last week. And I simply couldn't put you through it. If you're desperate for my take on what happened and what I believe is coming, go to my Facebook page, but there is certainly no obligation to do so if you're as weary of all this as I am.
Instead, I'm going to soldier on, as I have been doing with the latest in a series you know about that I can't identify just yet for reasons. I've been working on it for 14 days, which I know because the word count currently stands at exactly 14,000. Haven't gone over yet, and I never go under 1,000 words a day. That's the rule.
This book is taking me places I wasn't prepared to go, but they're interesting and hopefully will be fun for the reader. You might not even notice if you've read another in the series that this is a little unusual, because I'm not suddenly moving the action to Saturn or deciding the main character can fly. But in my mind it's different, and since my mind gets to see it first, that might be significant.
Meanwhile, there's got to be an idea for the book after this one. With a series, you're really telling one LONG story that has episodes, like a television series. So there has to be some consistency but there always has to be an element of change in each story. You (the author) don't want to keep writing the same book over and over, and there is that danger if you're not thinking ahead. So the idea for the next one, in a different series, is germinating as we speak. If I think it's any good, it might show up at a bookstore near you in 2018. Or not.
But there's also the book I wrote about a year ago and haven't seen since. That arrived in the mail this week with copyediting to be checked against. Go remember what I was thinking a year ago. It was such a simpler time. I read each page and have some vague recollection of my original intention, but the upside is that it's not a bad read. Problem: Reading all day makes me sleepy. Not a good endorsement for my own work, but the truth is it would happen no matter whose book I'd be reading. It just makes me need the occasional nap, is all.
So all at once I'm dealing with the past, the present and the future. It's not always easy to be optimistic but it is necessary to keep going no matter what. Those 1,000 words a day have to get written. If I have any regard for my own reputation it would be nice if I strove for them to be good words. A silly story can inspire, it can entertain, or it can be a colossal pain when written badly. There's time for revision and restructuring later. Right now it's just about writing. A thousand words. Every day. Not just because it's November but because it's my job.
Because the important thing is to keep going.