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Sometimes… You just have to do it your way.

I think there’s a saying in the bible I need to use.

“I shall repent myself.”

About a year ago, I wrote a blog post all about staying focused as an author. I went on and on about how the difference between being a writer and an author was about caring enough about getting stuff finished that you actually worked on something until… it was finished. And just one something.

I was guilty of the opposite a lot before that blog post. In fact, as a kid I used to open five or six documents and work on multiple stories at one time.

The post I wrote was timely for me, and an important step in my progress as a writer. The truth is, I really hadn’t been focusing. I had wanted for a long time to be able to get something published, but I’d work on something for a while, get bored, then go do something else and never come back to the first thing.

Lately I’ve been letting myself feel guilty. As most of you know, I was part of this “It Gets Darker As You Go” anthology. So I focused on writing and editing the short story for that. And then thanks to that I remembered what fun it is to write short stories, so I crafted one titled “The Life of Miranda Chance” and edited one called “An Acceptable Future,” both of which will be coming out shortly. Then I started thinking about “Slavery’s Circle,” the first novel in my next trilogy that I’ll be releasing when I’m done with the Afterdeath series.

But with all of this focus going in all these different directions, I wasn’t working on Turning Point, which is book two in my Afterdeath series. There was kind of a dual reason why my attention wasn’t on the novel. The first was because I just don’t really know where to take it. I’ve written the entire novel already, and the revisions are going hard and slow. The second was because it was just fun to slip back into my old routine of multiple projects at once.

It was last night that I had a moment of genius, and I realized that even though picking one work and focusing on it is a good tactic, and it was certainly a great thing for me to do when I wrote Love is Death, that it’s not necessarily “required” of being an author.

Last night I opened up two documents. I opened Turning Point, and I opened Slavery’s Circle. I got one chapter revised on the Turning Point, and three chapters done on Slavery’s Circle. Now I realize, there’s a greater focus on the book that I’m not planning to put out right away, but it was time well spent, because otherwise I would have been surfing the internet or wasting my time creating a cover for some book I probably won’t publish for a few more months. Last night, though, when my mind hit its usual brick wall on Turning Point, I simply turned to my other novel. My productivity skyrocketed. Even if not all my time was spent on the one I’m supposed to “focus” on, I spent all my time writing, and the other book I was focusing on was one that will need to be finished eventually.

It’s great to pick one thing and focus, and there is definitely a time when that’s appropriate. In my opinion, NaNoWriMo is great for doing this. But at the same time, there’s nothing wrong with doing it your own way, doing what you’re most comfortable with. Even if that means writing two books at one time. With Camp NaNoWriMo coming up in July, I actually plan to work on both novels. I’ll be setting word count goals that I want to achieve for both Turning Point and Slavery’s Circle. I’ll be focusing. I’ll just be focusing on two things at once. Which, honestly, is something I do really well.

Have fun. And enjoy the writing.

Sylah

L.P. Masters Writes

Here’s a fun little piece I wrote a few years ago, just for laughs.

Sylah

Sylah should have felt fear, but all she could think at the moment was, “isn’t this a fitting end?” as her balance tipped over the edge of the catwalk railing.

J.D. scrolled the mouse down until he reached the bottom of the page and saw that there was nothing more written on the book.  “So…What happens next?”

“I don’t know!  I haven’t written it yet.”  L.P. answered, waiting impatiently for him to move so that she could find out what happened next.

“You mean you don’t know what happens until you write it?”

L.P. thought about that for a moment, then said, “Pretty much.  Yeah.”

“Then how do you write the book?”

“The characters write it for me.”

J.D. had a touch of mocking in his voice as he said, “The characters! Ha.”

At that moment a slender, blue woman walked up, grabbed J.D. by the hand and moved him out of the computer chair, then she sat down and started typing,

Her arms flailed about, searching for something that would stop the inevitable fall.  She scratched the face of the woman who had tripped her in the first place, caught someone’s sleeve and felt her blue fingers slip from the fabric. At that point, she knew there was no stopping.

The blue woman stood up and looked at L.P. “It’s sounding good,” she said.

L.P. smiled, then reached over and shut J.D.’s mouth.