Things are going well. Don’s belly piercings are healing up nicely, and he’s feeling pretty good. We’ve had a couple of little outings since he got home from the hospital on the 6th, a drive or two, and even a lunch out. For the past day or two, he’s been helping me create the outline I have to send in to my publisher before my next book is approved and placed on the publishing schedule. As anyone who has every tried to outline a book knows, this is a horrible task. How does one explain the story one has in mind in such a way that it doesn’t make the editor’s eye glaze over? However can I convey to her how incredibly exciting and fascinating this book is going to be?
The truth is, you just can’t. Fortunately, a good editor knows how to glean the potential from your outline. Part of the problem is that the book isn’t entirely written yet, and believe me, as I write it, it will depart from the outline in ways that I cannot possibly foresee. A good editor knows that, as well.
I’ve been working on this book in fits and starts for over a year. I’ll just get going, and my poor old darling will have some new crisis, and that is the end of my writing efforts for weeks on end. However, just by sheer perseverance over time, I have managed to produce a fairly complete manuscript. All I need is an end. I know who done it, and I know that Alafair is going to be the catalyst for discovering who done it, but I haven’t quite figured out how those two things are going to converge.
Oh, well. By now I know that if I simply sit down and start writing the scene, some miracle will happen and it will all come together in such a way that it’ll seem like I knew what I was doing all along.
Don will be visiting the urologist this Thursday, and we hope we’ll be able to discover how well the operation worked. I’ll try to post whatever we find out shortly thereafter.