It has been almost a year since I last typed the sixth book of my fantasy series. Before the last day of July, that is. As I have mentioned in previous posts, I write my first drafts on pen and paper, then type it. I started typing it again. Getting to this point has been a struggle.
Rewind to November of 2016. Hope, The World In-between book 5, released. I already began writing book 6 as soon as I penned the final word of 5. That’s how I work. I write and type simultaneously, even the same book. The exact day my book released, my mom was admitted to the hospital.
I would take my writing to the hospital. Sometimes, I’d get pages done, but mostly nothing.
After my mom’s death, I kept writing although not as much. I lost the connection to my characters. No amount of pen ramble would bring that back. Writing another genre helped.
I put my fantasy series aside. I hoped that someday I would come back to it. I needed to finish the book, if not the series. I couldn’t. Magic fluttered far from me.
Two and a half years later, I have made great strides with dealing with all the things that surround a loved one’s death. Some things still linger. Those will take a little longer to subside.
This journey that I needed to take, the stepping away from writing a story so intertwined in not so happy times, brought me somewhere better. A place where I could connect to these beloved characters without looming clouds.
I have been writing so much of this story that I have roughly ten thousand words to type in order to catch up to my pen. Mind you, I am not abandoning the detective novel. I am writing them both.
I don’t know how long until I finish the first draft of Book 6. But, I’m excited about getting there.