Today marks the first day of writing fresh words on the next novel. I’d spent a few weeks after finishing the last project to do brainstorming/plot talks/character stuff/outlining: all the pre-writing prep I’ve done and that has seemed to work for the past few novels.
But today, I began cranking out the wordage again. Got 1100 words done in an hour, so it looks like I’m starting off like usual. Woot!
I won’t delve too deeply into the story. Let’s just say it’s urban fantasy with smashing of noir. I’ve been in a gritty mood for a while, and since the last book was YA, it will be fun to relish in vivid and visceral descriptions again.
I have limited wisdom on novel writing to share. I’ve written five in the past two and a half years and one thing I can say is that the only constant is my word rate. Everything else has been kind of a surprise. The longest one took the shortest time to write. My second YA fantasy was the hardest to do because it was outside my comfort zone of the “mimetic” world and I was very conscious about making a cool secondary world. The funnest novel was a crime thriller where I could use all my old punk rock experiences and pop culture knowledge. The best, I’d say, was rooted in a solid premise and my training as a historian.
Every novel, like every short story, is its own beast. And I hope this one is raging. So far, I’m off to a good start. Let’s hope I can finish strong, too.
And nothing says raging and gritty like Ministry, so here’s a tune for the post rapture blue, “Jesus Built My Hotrod.”