What if I have to go to the bathroom, and I can’t find one, and my bladder explodes?
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Yesterday I got a casual email from my editor asking how I wanted to approach revisions for ANTIGODDESS. It was very casual. Breezy, even. But as I replied, blathering on and on, my head started to turn about how I was planning on starting book two this week, and how I guess I should just start revisions, but how I really wanted to get started on book two, but revisions, but book two, but REVISIONS.
And once you start thinking like that, it can quickly branch off into all the things you wonder about new projects. There was a definite moment of my old standard, "What if I have to go to the bathroom, and I can't find one, and my bladder explodes?" (That's from What About Bob?)
Or, in writer speak, "I think I've got a novel, but what if I don't, and the words run out, and my bladder explodes?"
Needless to say, I abandoned my laptop for a few hours and comforted myself with A WANT SO WICKED, which you are going to want, trust me.
In the end, I started revisions. The plan is to juggle the two chapter by chapter. So I should be ready to start book two, perhaps even tomorrow. I don't think it's premature to say this plan will be foiled, but what the fuck. Here we go.
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Oh my God. You are too funny! I have story ideas jabbing my brain with thorny sticks, and I have no time to write! It’s driving me crazy!
So, I can totally relate.
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Ideas without time are the worst!! Why won’t they just let us sleep?! Hope you find some time soon.
I hate when my mind starts going a million miles per minute and that happens especially when I’m trying to go to sleep. Well it looks like you’ve figured out a plan. Good Luck!
Thanks, Vanessa!
I’ll trip over myself to read anything you write! No stress! I’m certain your words will come again when you have the time to write them!
Terry, you’re so nice. I saw a comic strip that made me think of you the other day: it was a dogsled with cheetahs attached to the front. They were flying along and the dogs were just sort of being dragged through the air, looking confused. The caption read: Turbo-charged.
Thanks for the encouragement!
Ah yes.. the ever present “What if my bladder explodes?” conundrum. I don’t necessarily worry about running out of words, I just worry about having a book length’s worth of them.
That didn’t make sense, did it?
Good to know that my bladder isn’t the only one who lives under a constant threat. (And you made total sense!)