I am being That Guy and I have commandeered a table at a Panera and spread out with my laptop and various other digital accoutrements. Annoyingly, I have forgotten headphones. I should have remembered headphones. But staying at home all day every day is starting to seriously fuck me up and if Getting the Hell Out of the House means that I need to spend more time staring at my laptop in a coffeeshop and less time in front of my desktop, then fuck it, that’s what I’m going to do.
Super Tuesday baaaaasically worked out like I thought it would. The only place where I was really surprised was Bernie winning Oklahoma, and Bernie winning a state that’s 93% white shouldn’t be surprising– I just basically forgot it existed and lumped it in with the rest of the south. Seeing Cruz win Alaska after Palin endorsed Drumpf was weirdly satisfying. The Republican race will stay the same until at least Florida. We’ll see if Rubio keeps giving victory speeches after Drumpf beats him in his home state. You’re not Walter Mondale, dude, and just winning Minnesota and nowhere else doesn’t look good on you either.
I’m getting really worried about Sunlight, guys, and unless there’s a mental breakthrough in the next couple of days I’m going to put the thing on hold and shift my attention to other projects– namely, Tales from the Benevolence Archives, which I can imagine having out by June if I push hard at it. I wanted Sunlight done in time for C2E2. C2E2 is in twelve days, I’m not yet at the 2/3 mark, and I’ve written not a single word in the last, I think, three weeks. The manuscript simply isn’t working in its current form and I’m pretty sure it needs a page one rewrite, because the corner I’ve backed myself into is not going to be salvageable by regular edits. There are bits of it that can be saved, I think, but right now the whole book is treading water on its way to book 3, and that’s not acceptable to me. The book’s just not good enough in its current form, and I don’t think I can save it with an action-packed last third, because the way it’s currently structured an action-packed last third doesn’t even really make sense. Right now if I wanted to I could have the book done in 10,000 words, easily. There’s nothing wrong with a 55K novel, especially in the age of the internet where most of my sales are going to be ebooks anyway, but there’s lots wrong with a 55K novel where not much of anything happens, and that’s about where we’re at right now.
I can even do the damn series as a duology if I need to– there’s nothing sacrosanct about the idea of a trilogy– but if I decide that books 2 and 3 need to be one book, I still need to do some serious rewriting, as I don’t want the book coming out at 100K words. Skylights came out just over 80,000 words, and that’s about what I’d want the sequel to be.
And cross all of that with the fact that I’ve been too depressed to write well most days lately. I think I may need to go see my doctor and get my medications adjusted, but that’s a whole other thing. I need to get this shit under control (where “this shit” refers to basically any aspect of my life you might care to name) and I need to do it soon. I’m hoping to get at least a teeny bit of good news on the job front next week, but I’ve thought that before and the world hasn’t come through yet. We’ll see.
Writers out there: how many of you have had to completely bail out and redo a manuscript? How many of you have actually pulled that move off successfully?