Wednesday, August 1, 2012
It's time for Insecure Writer's Support Group. Thanks to Alex J Cavanaugh for joining us together for this monthly group hug.
I feel confident about my ability to write dark comedies. I have the second draft of two dark comedies completed and have three new ones started. It would be relatively easy to dive into one of these new pieces and knock it out. I love making people laugh and feel like I have my groove on with this genre.
But I can never make things easy on myself. Instead, I feel compelled to write historical fiction that's definitely dark but not even a little funny. There's not even a trace of humor in it, but there's lots of drama. It's a three book series that will require a significant amount of research.
I want to write something else, anything else, but the characters in this very unfunny series are at the front of the queue in my mind. They are ready to go. They have names and personalities. They are begging me to get on with it already and tell their stories. I haven't written much this summer because these stories have been simmering in my mind, using up most of my creative energy.
When I told my husband my dilemma, he said I should just go for it. If I can't write it, I'll know soon enough. No, he didn't say that last line. He's way too supportive to express any doubt and is a genuine believer in me. That line was what I thought: If I can't write it, I'll know soon enough.
But that's a terrifying thing to face - potential failure. It's the boogeyman in my closet, and he's kind of creeping me out.
This past weekend, I let my teen try driving on the highway for the first time. When she turned onto the entrance ramp to merge into 65 mph traffic, I said, "Please don't kill me. I'm not done with my book."
We laughed, but I meant what I said. I'm not quite ready to die yet. I have three manuscripts to edit and three more to write. When I thought about the three unwritten books, I wasn't thinking about the comedies. I was thinking about the historical fiction, the sad stories that will take me two or three years to write.
It's time to put a box of tissues on my desk and get busy. If I can't write it, I'll know soon enough.