The origin of the speculative fiction genre, which today encompasses both science fiction and fantasy, is hard to pinpoint. One reason is because the term “science fiction” was introduced long after the first works we would consider to be SF were already published. Although SF existed, it hadn’t truly been defined yet. (Some would say it still isn’t.)
Over the last week or so, thoughts of my story have been on my mind as I pass through the veil into sleep. So far I haven’t dreamed about The Ageless. That I know of, of course. Used to be that when I had a problem, I’d think about it before bed for a few days, and my subconscious would supply a solution in the morning.
This morning when I woke up, my mind was already on the next scene of my story. Things are happening! Dialog and action came to mind so quickly I had trouble holding on to them long enough to recognize.
Unfortunately, I had to get ready for work (I’m on lunch right now), so no time to write all that down. Tonight…
When most people think of the word obsession, it carries a negative connotation. You shouldn’t be obsessed by anything. But the dictionary defines it as the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea or desire, or, alternately, the idea or desire itself.
Clearly, my story has become an obsession. Of course I don’t consider that a bad thing. In fact, this is how I used to feel about my writing before I went to college and turned writing from play into work. I’m hoping I can hold into it for a while.
Because writing isn’t all play. Sooner or later, it shifts back into being work. Apparently many authors start feeling somewhat despondent about their stories somewhere between the midpoint and the final climax. Happens to everyone from Neil Gaiman to Brandon Sanderson.
If starts to happen with The Ageless, I hope I’ll be able to regain this heady feeling of obsession. The story knows where it wants to go, and my imagination is just the conduit. Writing is fun!
My natural tendency is to berate myself for my failings last week and become disheartened, thereby spiraling into another couple months without writing anything. Still trying to tell myself otherwise. Everyone needs a break, and Thanksgiving is kind of an unavoidable one.
I was in Charlotte on Thanksgiving Day at a friend’s house then drove up to my homeland Friday and stayed through Sunday, going to various family gatherings. And since Sunday is the last day of my writing week and traffic was horrible, that didn’t help much. So, no reason to fret. Or so half of me keeps saying. The other half says the sky is falling.
As for this week, it’s going slow so far. Only 600 or so words on Tuesday. But currently my true goal is to write twice a week, not to hit any particular word count. Which means I just need to write either today or tomorrow to maintain my current
weight err, writing goals. As long as I keep myself from freaking out, I hope to avoid stepping off the path of consistent writing.
In other news, I am still trying to decide what to call this blog and have been soliciting suggestions from family and friends. Currently, Seeking the Path seems fitting because that’s what I’m doing: take a machete and chopping my way through daily life, trying to stay on the path and keep writing. That’s the current name. But it sounds quasi-religious and most people looking at it won’t know it’s a writing or science fiction / fantasy blog.
So I’ve been looking out for other good blog names with either a writing theme or speculative fiction theme. I think I came up with a good one this morning and the domain name is available… But as with anything you create, you have that “It’s brilliant!” glow immediately afterwards, which is dangerous, because after a few days you may look back and realize it really wasn’t. So, we’ll see what happens.
- Done with or involving much labor
- Industrious, as a person