It begins again.
My muse has patiently been waiting (or happily playing in acting school and on set until it could dance on the pages) until the writer was ready to re-enter the cave of doom. As excited as I am at the prospect of holding my revised, clean draft in my hands, I already know that there will be a lot of head banging, hair pulling frustration ahead of me. Luckily I have connected with many wonderful writers who continue to inspire me with their progress so hopefully it will help bring my muse and I over the finishing line…alive…ish.
Being able to travel extensively beforehand around Northern Norway and Svalbard has been an absolute blessing. Just experiencing something new answered so many questions I had about my draft and sparked new ideas that made my blood grow cold and skin tingle. I have a frightening mind to delve into, lets leave it at that.
Before the ripping apart and hair pulling begins I decided to make the most of living a heartbeat away from my favorite building in Vancouver and do something I never do…research. You know how some writers spend days/weeks/months/YEARS researching…well I don’t. Judging by the state of my first draft…maybe I do need to do just a teensy bit of what I always avoid doing…study.
So dear muse, we have some odd books to check out. I know you are are wild and unruly (and have no manners) but this needs to be done.
Love and Light
View from my bedroom
The ‘research.’ I hear it’s completely normal to go to coffee shops and take notes on the medieval uses of blood and other bodily fluids…right?