Well, I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows this week and I find myself struggling. After so many years sharing the adventures of our favorite boy wizard, I am suffering from a strange melancholy. This is it! No more Harry Potter...unless JK takes the series in a new direction and we get to read Harry Potter and the Little Blue Pill. Personally, I don't need to know about Mr. Potter's ED.
I didn't suffer from the same sadness when the final Star Wars movie was released. This is probably because the Lucas Juggernaut provides us geeks with new material constantly. I also didn't feel this way when I finished LotR, but I knew the score going into that one. JRR corpse wasn't writing anything new.
Perhaps I am a bit sentimental, but I don't care. I am going to miss the little Wizard boy who convinced me that I just might be able to write a book for kids. Without him, I would never have known. Now if I could just get Devon Blake and the Starship Crash published, the circle would be complete.
Did you hear that JK? How about a hand?
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Brain Drain: Slogging Through Mental Mud
I have been stuck on chapter 19 of my current novel for quite a while now. Why? I really couldn't tell you the reason. Oh sure, I could give you a list of excuses as long a West Texas rattlesnake...but they are just that, excuses. I'll admit, I do have some damn good ones though. In the end I have to chalk it up to lazyness. To tell the truth, I really didn't have to read that AP story about the world's tallest man meeting the world's smallest...but I did. That was enough time to write at least a couple of lines in my novel. I always seem to find something else more interesting to do than work on Sethyr's adventures.
My first novel was an exercise in plodding. I usually wrote four or five pages a week, but they eventually added up to a complete, albeit short, novel. I also wrote the first 18 chapters of my new novel at about the same pace. I guess I just gotta get plodding again and return to plotting. At least with my first I had a general outline. With this new one I am kind of flying blind. That may be one of my problems...but more likely it is just one more excuse.
My first novel was an exercise in plodding. I usually wrote four or five pages a week, but they eventually added up to a complete, albeit short, novel. I also wrote the first 18 chapters of my new novel at about the same pace. I guess I just gotta get plodding again and return to plotting. At least with my first I had a general outline. With this new one I am kind of flying blind. That may be one of my problems...but more likely it is just one more excuse.
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