So Many Lessons

I figured out something important this week.  Don’t laugh.  I figured out why writing a book is hard.  Practice makes perfect, right?  The more you do something, the easier it gets.  I was thinking about these maxims while staring at a blank page making no progress on book 4 in the More Love in Andauk series.  I’ve written enough books by now that it should be easy for me.  Some aspects of it are easier.  I’ve learned quite a bit in the years I’ve been doing this whole writing thing.  Let’s not talk about how many years or I’ll have to pretend I’m sensitive about my age.  I’m not.  I just can’t tell anyone because all the people who keep trying to give me a senior discount will feel bad if they find out how many years I am from qualifying.  Seriously, it’s more than a few.

Next week I will figure out how to avoid tangents.

I was staring at the page where my new book was supposed to appear, and it occurred to me that all the practice I have writing books involves different books.  I don’t have any practice with this book.  It’s perfectly reasonable that it still feels like hard work from time to time.  I haven’t had any practice figuring out why this particular character is having so much trouble with her love life.

On a related note, I haven’t had any practice writing this particular post.  Because it’s related, it’s not another tangent.  It’s called “making an excuse.”  And I haven’t had any practice writing the short story I’ll start posting next month even though I should have had practice last year.  Someone gave me an idea for a Christmas story.  Somehow, I forgot to write it.  I can’t say much else about it yet, only that it will involve some familiar characters.  This is called “building suspense.”  I’m sharing a ton of lessons this month, one of which is called sarcasm. 

Let’s hope next month’s lesson isn’t “Don’t tell people you’re going to post a story you haven’t written yet because you might have to admit you didn’t figure out how to write it in time.”