Thank you for the audio book recs. I now have a list of about 5 culled from your ideas â€“ many I had to NOT take because I had already read them in BOOK form, and OH, you mentioned some of my favorites. SHADOW OF THE WIND, for example, a pitch perfect book, and OH how I love that Neil Gaimon. AMERICAN GODS is my fave of his, but ANANSI BOYS is my second fave. From now on I will NOT be buying his books â€“ I am shifting him to Lee Child territory, where I SAVE him for audio because you are right, I bet his stuff is AWESOME on audio.*
And now, itâ€™s time to BYOS (bring your own segueâ€¦.)
I donâ€™t believe in writerâ€™s block, but this is because I suspect writerâ€™s block of being like hobgoblins. If you BELIEVE in their rubber-lipped green mouths filled with snaggled fangs and slaver, you may give them the power to be. And to eat you alive. From the feet on up. **
So, I donâ€™t believe in writerâ€™s block. OR Hobgoblins, for the record, and for any foot hungry nonexistent one that might be reading this. Even when I was writing THE GIRL WHO STOPPED SWIMMING, which had to be thrown out in its entirely once and thrown out in its halfery*** another time before I hooked into the voice, I wasnâ€™t BLOCKED. I never was NOT WRITING it. I was writing itâ€¦ I was just writing it BADLY, and I had to pitch out such huge chunks of steaming crap to get to the good meat of it that TGWSS (pronounced â€œtogwissâ€) got renamed TBTAKM (pronounced tibby-tak-em) which stands for THE BOOK THAT ALMOST KILLED ME. Or maybe it should have been TBTAAMAFTFOU (Tibby-ta-ah-mafty-foo) which stands for THE BOOK THAT ALMOST ATE ME ALIVE FROM THE FEET ON UP.****
It was worth it.
And worth repeating that I was never BLOCKED. Because there is no block, grasshopper. There is no owl. There is no boy*****â€¦There are no MUSES, although if I DID believe in them, I would tend to think I had one much like Stephen Kingâ€™s dirty little scruffy bush-hiding beast-dog-monkey thing. But mine is a boy.
I DO believe in my own AMAZING powers of procrastination, OH YES I DO! Never put off til tomorrow what you can get out of doing entirely, was my September motto.
This new book has a hard timeline because it wants to be a swing dancer. I wouldnâ€™t call it a SEQUEL. But in some real and thematic ways it is a companion book to gods in Alabama, and so it cannot be linier in time. gods in Alabama went back and forth, but this one seems to want to do chonoftic ****** loop-de-loops around a central event. Where gods was like a pendulum, this thing is currently structured like a tether-ball game, whipping around in one direction and then getting smacked in the face and swinging back the other. Itâ€™s a fast read but a SLOW write. I am getting frustrated with my ability to NOT write it. I am AMAZING at not writing it. Even as it comes together in my head, I am SO busy finding ways to NOT put my sorry butt in this chair and make with the keyboard tippy-tapsâ€¦
Imma go on retreat. Next week I have a clear schedule and I am borrowing some SPACE from a BEAUTIFUL friend and going to squat in it with no sensory input and no THINGS drooping over me needing to be done like, organize my basement. I cannot organize my basement when I am many hours of driving away from it, is my reasoning. TODAY I have the WHOLE glorious morning clear to draft this next chunk, and I am SO not wanting to draft that organizing my basement seems not only POSSIBLE but DOWNRIGHT ENTICING. Thatâ€™s SICK! I REFUSE to organize that basement! I am going to go write. RIGHT NOW. SEE. THIS IS ME GOINGâ€¦
Anybody want to play online scrabble?
*Allow me to scrub my toe in the dust and thank you for the VERY kind words about the audio versions of my books. Yaâ€™llâ€™re swell.
** THANKS FOR THAT IMAGE, BRAIN! I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
*** Halfery is so totally a word. It means something like â€œhalf of the entirety.â€
**** Tibby-ta-ah-mafty-foo is so fun to say that I am now calling the kitten Mafty-foo. He already thinks his name is RIBBON because I have been calling him ribbon kitty all week. He all at once got long and skinny, though, like a ribbon fish, so this is hardly MY fault. I think my animals must all have ongoing identity crises. See also: â€œWaffles.â€
***** Lines from T.H. Whiteâ€™s completely perfect book, The Once and Future King
****** Yes. Absolutely. This is a true word.