Writerly McWriter
Jun. 13th, 2010 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI'm writing on the Cliffs because I don't want to write anymore on The Augury of Gideon. As the day progresses, I'm like that little wind-up doll in the Pristiq adverts, except I don't get wound back up. My quality of writing is fresher and much better in the mornings than in the afternoons. Since the writing has been coming to me more easily, I look forward to getting up during the day. Of course, this is a direct result of my getting to sleep as well. Once my insomnia comes back, all this may change. Then again, I wrote "The Sainted Confessor" during one of the worst periods of insomnia I believe I've ever had. Now it bears the question, did I write because of the insomnia, or did I have insomnia because of what I was writing? That whole chicken/egg conundrum is enough to break a weakened brain.
Maybe I should talk to the doctor about changing my anti-depressant from Cymbalta to Pristiq so I won't continue to be that wind-up doll That'll be in three months though and, by then, I should have this book written and the manuscript of The Blood Crown proofed for the final time. But the Pristiq might be helpful if I go into full marketing mode for The Chalice. The book is due to come out sometime before Christmas. I go back to the doc about my meds in November. It might work out if I decide I want to try the Pristiq. It'd be nice to have a day where my ass isn't dragging by 6 PM every day.
I've been thinking about the Iyinskiian writings. They are a set of essays and lists of things that revolve around a planet called Iyinskii and a country in particular called Dannagran Dram. I tell stories about the smallest bird in Danny Dram that is really very easy to catch, but is impossible to hold on to. It is the Great Iyinskiian Beeping bird and its call is so loud, it renders its prey temporarily deaf. There's also the Grisly Bear, the ugliest bear you'd ever see...anywhere. I have maps and names of towns, ethnic groups, types of music. There's just so much there. Once I have the time and inclination, I think I'm going to start compiling all of this and working on making it as cohesive as I can. Perhaps I could get it published as a children's book.
Picture it. Me...a children's author. If that image doesn't cause you to have nightmares tonight, then you just ain't breathin', dude.
Maybe I should talk to the doctor about changing my anti-depressant from Cymbalta to Pristiq so I won't continue to be that wind-up doll That'll be in three months though and, by then, I should have this book written and the manuscript of The Blood Crown proofed for the final time. But the Pristiq might be helpful if I go into full marketing mode for The Chalice. The book is due to come out sometime before Christmas. I go back to the doc about my meds in November. It might work out if I decide I want to try the Pristiq. It'd be nice to have a day where my ass isn't dragging by 6 PM every day.
I've been thinking about the Iyinskiian writings. They are a set of essays and lists of things that revolve around a planet called Iyinskii and a country in particular called Dannagran Dram. I tell stories about the smallest bird in Danny Dram that is really very easy to catch, but is impossible to hold on to. It is the Great Iyinskiian Beeping bird and its call is so loud, it renders its prey temporarily deaf. There's also the Grisly Bear, the ugliest bear you'd ever see...anywhere. I have maps and names of towns, ethnic groups, types of music. There's just so much there. Once I have the time and inclination, I think I'm going to start compiling all of this and working on making it as cohesive as I can. Perhaps I could get it published as a children's book.
Picture it. Me...a children's author. If that image doesn't cause you to have nightmares tonight, then you just ain't breathin', dude.
