This morning I’m sitting at the airport, getting ready to fly home. This last week has seen many happy strides forward when it comes to the second book in the Echoes trilogy, which is (for now) titled City of Outcasts. (Such a lovely moniker, you know.) This week I read through the first book in a half, revamped the plot line, came up with the way to make a certain plot twist work, and then got to work writing.
For the past few evenings I’ve sat at the kitchen table, keyboard in lap, and typed away. I’m not allowing myself to re-read what I write each night, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand and do rereading and editing later. (Although I must admit, focus is probably not the right word to use here, since my brain has been a jumbled heap trying to convince me that emails need written and the Olympic medal count needs checked up on ASAP, every time I sit down to write. Really though. The Olympics. I am so going to blog about them some time because they’re pretty much one of the most inspiring events in all of forever.)
As you can see from the picture, I have my keyboard with me at the airport. It’s not a quirky writerly thing I foresaw myself doing, but with typing of several thousand words each day, I didn’t want to be caught without the keyboard, and none of my bags I brought were big enough to pack it in. (Another family member I traveled down to Florida with bought the keyboard in her suitcase, but she left last week.) So yes, I have been walking through the airport with my keyboard tucked under my arm. Strange? No, of course not.
It will be good to get back home and hopefully fall into some sense of a routine. Today is the 226th day of the year, and I’ve been gone 113 of those nights, (including 39 out of the last 46), so as you can guess, my routines have been rather subject to change.
I’m currently at a really exciting place in City of Outcasts (CoO), where one of the main characters is about ready to make a horrible decision that has the ability to ruin her life, her family, and just possibly her country. Sounds delightful, right? Such is the power you hold when you’re a bitter and rebellious princess. I’m curious to see just how far she’ll go in the wrong direction before she gets a knock on her head that puts her back on the right track.
Working on this book again has been incredibly fun. I know I keep saying that, but it continues to be true, and maybe you kinda missed my enthusiasm the first several times I shouted the words. Writing rapid first drafts is by far my favorite part of the writing process. Well, that, and when I’m taking a walk and get a sudden light bulb moment and a plot twist takes place and all my previous plans are left in ruins.
Oh, and the plane is boarding now, so good-bye, folks!