I wrote on this topic last summer shortly after I finished my novel Fury From Hell. I thought I said it all in that piece. [You can find Part 1 here.] Apparently, I did not.
It seems that the journey of bringing novels into fruition and the journey (read: evolution) of the writer run parallel. [Occasionally, they may run perpendicular.]
Why do you say that? You may ask.
Simple. I am writing a timeslip story, a story that has moments in the past. For this term, I have to thank the ladies from the bi-weekly #HarlequinHistorical chat:
@MichelleLStyles, @_CherylStJohn_, @NovelistaAnnie, @NicoleLockeNews, @FionaMMarsden, et al.
However, the timeslip happens in turbulent times in the 1920’s and in the 60’s. I am doing my research going to original source documents and the images are simply killing me. The emotional toll this takes is much more than I had imagined. It took me three years to think I was ready to write this book. I now see that I am not quite there yet. If I am, I need to add something else to my current writing projects queue. Something a bit more light-heartedly, free and fun. This way, it can balance the gravity of the timeslip story.
Well, at least, that is the story I am telling myself and my Muse! 🙂
I took some time last evening to think about this and have decided to write a romantic novel with action and excitement in it. The sexual tension will be palpable and I want to have characters whose personalities clash initially but meld beautifully as the story develops. This feels like a life-affirming thing to do now for myself as a writer!
This way, when I have to view images of death, pain, suffering and depression from a time not so long ago defiling people simply because they were born a certain color — I can have a balanced emotional perspective.
<sigh> One more step in my evolutionary journey as a writer.
Have you found yourself in such a quandary? Maybe with another topic/issue in writing where you needed to have space? Please! I would love if you’d share! So many times I feel as if I am writing into cyberspace ethers without hope of a reply (or comment…).
Ta-ta for now,