That’s the good news. Also, my blood pressure is not as high as it was, although I’ll admit to not taking it yet today. It iz what it iz, right?
Bridgebuilders is still crawling along, although I had a bit of a breakthrough this morning. No words added yet, just an idea that will let me get past a sticking point.
You know what the problem is? I”ll call it a “defect of imagination.” I have a feeling writers aren’t supposed to admit to that problem, but that’s what it is. I cannot figure out how to get my characters out of the current predicament and onto the next phase of their adventure. Every time I try, my brain goes, “That’s stupid. You don’t know the science behind it. You can’t describe it accurately.” Or my favorite bit of defeatist self-thought, “The bad guys will see through that plan in no time. The good guys will never get away with it.”
If you think writers have it easy – just sitting on their butts all day, typing merrily along – um… no. We’re a sad, sad bunch, constantly second-guessing ourselves, and fretting over our characters. Then there’s research to do, and when you write science fiction, I really mean research. What exactly happens when a star blows up? How cold is it on Mars at it’s farthest point from the sun? How do you describe a slingshot around Jupiter?
One must be slightly insane to do this for fun. Which is why we all do it, mind you. Because in the end, it’s fun.