I’m in the wondering phases of novel writing.
What does that mean?
Oh, it means that I’m not ready to write yet. Not. A. Word. I’m daydreaming a lot. Asking, “What if…?” I’m typing about a kazillion Google searches a day, trying to follow my little zippy imaginings of what I can do with this or that character.
I’ve been here before. Two years ago I was wondering about how to set a novel in a funeral home (that one became My Mother’s Chamomile). One year ago I was pouring over documentaries and books and photos from Depression Era Oklahoma (that book is A Cup of Dust, releasing with Kregel Publications in Fall, 2015).
Here I am again. I’m happy to be back in this place as a writer. Why? Because anything is possible.
This time it’s different, though. Instead of starting fresh with brand new characters, I’m keeping with the ones from A Cup of Dust*. But it’s not just about the characters or setting.
I’m not the writer I was a year ago. Or two years ago.
As I’m jotting notes in my idea journals and thinking on all the conflict I can pour down upon these characters, I feel like I’ve left Kansas.
I can’t wait to see what this next novel holds.
P.S. The allusion to The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is intentional. It’s a clue. You’ll see later on what it means.
*NOTE: this book I’m working on hasn’t been picked up by a publisher yet…so it might end up being a story about different characters. It could be a second in a series or stand alone. Either works for me. That’s the biz, baby.
Oooh – such a fun stage to be in. Praying for the joy of it – and God’s direction.
By the way, I DID buy “My Mother’s Chamomile” the other day. Next step? Open the file LOL.
Hey! Thanks, Joanne! I really, really appreciate it!
Now I’m really curious about your book.
Bwahahaha! Tricky, huh?