Please excuse this poor excuse for a post. Not all of writing is pretty happy shiny.
So, the book I’m writing involves a series of increasingly grim tales of an apocalypse that nearly wipes out humanity. Things are getting depressing. I usually have troubles when I’m in the thick of writing something hard, like character deaths.
And every single chapter is a character death. Oh no, not just one… dozens. Hundreds. Cumulatively, ultimately, billions. I’m killing the world here. And it’s taking it out of me. I am actually getting sick because of it, or maybe it’s just compounding an already terrible feeling. That’s probably it. When I get sick I feel terrible; I’m experiencing a perfect storm of feeling like poop.
All-day headache, awesome. Crushing feeling of depression (I am not depressed, that is not a phrase to brandy about lightly). Sore throat. The blehgs. Usually it lasts a day. Today was day three, and the headache was new.
I’d forgotten about this aspect of writing. My last novel didn’t have any death in it. It was rather upbeat. I loved writing it.
This is the first major work I’ve written where I can’t wait to be done. I am actually looking forward to the process of finding an agent or publisher for it (the part I usually dread). Normally, the writing is a joy. This is some strange monster of joy and sorrow and anguish. My best yet. I can’t wait for it to be over.
Because I know I’ll be able to sell it.
I just have to get the damn thing written first.
Last week I set out to do a segment that ended on an upnote, a ray of sunshine in a dark, dark world. However, it made more sense for the narrative to take such a devastating turn that it worked out brilliantly, but has left me exhausted.
I won’t harp on about it. I guess, if you’re going to be writing something dark, prepare yourself. I should have know this would happen. It’s happened before. …Not like this though. I’ll get through it, and I think the work will be better for it.
Such death, so apocalypse. Wow. Many depress. Wow.
A remedy: this video (NSFW, in that, it’s hilarious, but you might not want your boss seeing this over your shoulder).
Chin up. Stiff upper lip. All that wot wot.