I have been suffering from a creative slump lately. Almost immediately after starting to take notes and plan Book 2, the creative part of my brain decided to take a vacation to who-knows-where, so I ended up with two pages of notes, a poorly sketched map (Geez, it’s hard to draw maps!) and a blank document in Micro$oft Word.
After spending some quality time trying unsuccessfully to beat my subconscious into submission, I decided to take advantage of the slump to do some reading. I love to read, especially a good fantasy, but it is an unfortunate fact that I can’t read fiction when I’m writing. As a result of me finishing Book 1 and then subsequently attempting to start Book 2 and mucking about with some half-baked short story ideas, there is a huge TBR (To Be Read) list waiting for me.
My favorite fantasy author is Terry Brooks and his Shannara series, and there’s at least one trilogy in his series that I haven’t read. Since I was having trouble writing, this past week I picked up the first book in this new series and started to read, and was enjoying reading a good story instead of having to try to figure out how to write it for a change.
Maybe my subconscious needed brain fodder. Maybe I’m not supposed to do any reading for pleasure. All I know is that at 0600 hours today my brain started gushing with ideas. The first chapter of Book 2 appeared, fully formed, floating in front of me like an image of Christ in a tortilla. Bits and pieces of sub-plots that I’ve been struggling to figure out fell into place. Plot elements I hadn’t even thought of waved at me, sat down and helped themselves to some Brie. Of course, I had no choice but to flip to M$ Word and start writing frantically and there’s been some definite progress.
But, dammit, I don’t want to stop reading! I’m halfway through the first book, it’s really good, and I want to see what happens next! I want to just sit down and read for a while. But I can’t ignore the ideas flowing, either. So I’m going to try to finish reading the series, and at the same time keep taking notes about Book 2 without actually writing it and see if I can work that way.
Bleah.
September 4th, 2007 at 7:39 pm
Feast or famine time, isn’t it? Seems that the right reading has turned into a catalyst. I wouldn’t stop now!
September 4th, 2007 at 8:48 pm
Well, I do think it’s rather rude of the plot elements to eat your brie without even an “as you please”, but I suppose it’s a small price to pay. Camembert is better anyway.
September 5th, 2007 at 6:00 am
Montucky:
You’re right, of course. If reading is releasing my creativity, I might as well stick with what’s working. I just have to be careful that plot elements don’t ‘bleed’ over.
September 5th, 2007 at 6:02 am
WordVixen:
You’ve probably noticed that plot elements are like that. They eat your Fritos, distract you during the day and sometimes even refuse to let you sleep. In this case, however, it’s good to see them again.
September 5th, 2007 at 6:33 am
Why fight it? I’m thinking of republishing “For Whom The Bell Tolls” in its entirety. It made Hemingway some cash, maybe it’ll do the same for me, and save me the agony of actually writing.
September 5th, 2007 at 8:11 am
You know, with a Pinholian spin on it, that might be an interesting read. Unlike the original.
And you and I both know there is no ‘agony’ in writing. Right? Right?
Hello?
September 5th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
Yeah, darn plot elements. Just like husbands, always hanging around and getting in the way when you’re busy with other things, and then *poof* gone when you want ‘em.
September 6th, 2007 at 4:43 pm
HA HA HA at WordVixen.