Every so often, writers may find themselves in limbo. Well, I am right now so I choose to believe other writers experience it too. Misery loves company, right?
What kind of limbo, you ask?
Manuscript limbo, possibly the worst kind of all. (Again, perhaps I exaggerate but it suits the purposes of this blog. My blog, my rules.)
Why am I stuck in this place? Well, some of it is, no doubt, my own fault and a result of my own mistakes. Some of it is because I am waiting on others. Some of it is just the nature of the business. We wait. Very often, we “hurry up and wait,” as a wise writer once said (not me).
One of my manuscripts has been stuck “out there” for over a year. I’m waiting for one last person to get back to me and then it’s decision time. Do I self-publish? I’ve never been more tempted in my life, believe me. After seeing this book get bandied about numerous publishers and agents, I’m frankly sick inside. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written and I just want to see it in the hands of my readers.
Another two books are currently safe in the hands of publishers and it’s only a matter of time before they hit the shelves. I’m happy about those … but my experiences with the book above have made me impatient. I want everything published yesterday. It’s not too much to ask, is it? 😉
During all this waiting, I’ve focused my attentions on my latest work-in-progress, A Patient Man. That’s what we’re supposed to do, right? It’s important to keep writing the next book. I’m about 40K words in right now – in fact, I hope to cross that threshold this morning. Sounds good. Unfortunately, it’s taken me weeks to get to that point. Part of the problem has been sloppy plotting. Don’t get me wrong, I set it all down on paper the way I normally do, but I guess I just wasn’t buying what I was selling. The motivations didn’t ring true. The conflicts seemed flimsy. I started over about five times. Now I’m on track but because it deals with the subject of bullying, I’m treading carefully. I have experience with this subject and I want to do it justice.
So, limbo. Lately, I’ve been living in limbo. I’ve been forced to get comfortable there. I’ve even set up a table and made snacks. Limbo is my temporary home. Call me a squatter.
It isn’t always a pretty place. The occupants (sorry, one occupant – me) are grizzled and sometimes forget about personal grooming. By the way, I have brushed my teeth today … at least, I’m about to. Soon, I promise. We do have bunnies in limbo, by the way. For real. They hang out in my backyard so I see them when I write. Plot bunnies? They’re a little more evasive.
I guessed I’ve embraced my own personal writing purgatory.
But I’ll tell you one thing. As soon as I can break out of this place, I’m gone.