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I finally realized that I’m almost afraid to write in the blog about how well the new Merry book is going. It seems like everytime I write that I may have hit my stride in it here on the blog, I don’t keep my stride. I don’t think it actually has anything to do with the blog process, but more with me relaxing about having passed the hurdles.
There is a point in most books where I just simply know that it’s working. That I’m over the hump, but every time I build up speed for A STROKE OF MIDNIGHT, then I stumble, and loose my momentum. Jon and Darla have both reminded me that I do this on most books. Merry writes slower than Anita, that is simply a truism, so the stumbling seems more obvious to me. I guess if you’re moving fast enough, the bumps don’t seem like mountains. They’re just bumps. At slow speed, the bumps are mountains, or at least hills that must be climbed, and it slows things down even more.
I know that each book is different, like a different year out of your life. Never quite the same. But I didn’t realize that a series character, or maybe the difference in the worlds, something, could make that much difference in how an entire series of books writes for me.
Gotta go the landscaper is here. I did twenty pages yesterday, and twenty pages the day before. I’ve said a little prayer that I’ve actually hit my stride for this book, settled in not for a sprint like Anita, but that long marathon jog. You still get to the finish line, just not as fast.