Hey guys! Long time no blog!
Soooo I'm here with a writing update. There's been some interesting developments over here in Frankie-Land.
Remember that one time in May when I wrote a whole book in a month and it was super exciting and my agent was excited for it and my critique partners were excited for it and I was REALLY REALLY excited about it?
Well...skip ahead a a few weeks and this is what happened.
No wait. First a little bit of back story. Let me explain...
You may not know this about me but I have a highly obsessive personality. When I get into something I get INTO something. I will think about it 24/7, I will read every book on the subject, I will read every blog on the subject, I will discover every person who also knows about this subject, I will learn and do EVERYTHING you can think of that goes along with whatever this thing is that I am currently INTO.
So imagine me as a writer.
When I'm drafting or writing or revising or editing, it's ALL I can do.
Except this last time.
I realized I was having to force myself to sit down and work.
I realized I was making excuses for reasons why I couldn't work. And trust me I had plenty--its a billion degrees, I need to help my sister with her wedding, Beverly Hills Nannies is on again! WHOOOT!
And...I just don't do that. My usual M.O. is kind of an obsessive compulsive workaholic.
So I started worrying and routinely asking my critique partners if I was just tired or if my book sucked and that's why I wasn't excited to sit down and work.
They all assured me it was the tired thing. My book was awesome.
But then I had an IDEA.
A really exciting IDEA. The kind of idea that makes my heart stop and the more I think about it the more excited I get and the more floaty I feel and the more everything around me seems brighter and lighter and better. And I just want to hug everyone.
Basically I fell in love.
With another book.
So after giving this some thought (because hello, this is not LOVE this is SNIS--Sexy New Idea Syndrome--and I am a professional and I do not listen to that siren's call) I realized, I was truly honestly just not excited for the WIP I wrote in May.
I nervously emailed my agent and let her know what was going on in my brain and we set up a talk.
I was so nervous! I mean, I was about to tell her she wasn't getting a book she really wanted, and also I had a new one in mind.
After discussing all my feelings she agreed, it was time to put the current project aside. And then I had to pitch my new book to her.
And you guys....
She LOVED it!
So...despite having spent months on this one project that would have been ready for submissions in the very near future, I'm starting from scratch.
You'd think I'd be upset about months of work lost. But I'm truly not. I'm so excited.
First of all: I don't believe ANY writing is a waste.
Second of all: I'm not necessarily done with that WIP. I see myself going back to it. There are a lot of really great things in there. But it's just the wrong time for me right now. Someday though in the future I believe awesome things will come out of it.
Third of all: I probably needed to write that other book to get to write this book and anything I did to come to this moment was worth it.
Fourth of all: I really feel that you have to be excited whenever you're working on a project. Excitement breeds passion. And when you have excitement and passion when writing, readers have excitement and passion too. When you lack it...well you know.
So I shall be word warring with anyone and everyone who wants to.
How's everyone else's writing? Can you believe the summer is almost over?