Uncertainty is a constant while I put down words every now and then here and there – what project to focus on? Sometimes so much time has gone by that I no longer remember the aim I had for a certain scene or chapter. The only way to get back into that piece of work is to read it all and look through the notes, if any. I feel a lot of time is wasted, time I could otherwise have spent writing. Hours pass and then it’s either time for bed or to head for work. Another day’s gone by without any new words written. Bloody depressing.
In recent times I have more and more been looking at keeping my stories short, compressed into a longer series instead of a few large tomes. Easier said than done when it means restructuring several years of work. Maybe that’s what it needs, what I need. I looked into this the other day, trying to outline some kind of timeline but that would give me fifty+ two hundred page stories to write only to complete one of my larger projects. There’s another two equally large stories, partly in writing but mostly in my head. Those are connected with the first one.
As of today I really have no practical idea of how to deal with this, how to structure it all so I can stay focused. At the same time I am writing on two different stage plays and trying to write some poetry on the side. Something has to go. That’s one thing I am sure of. Who will be thrown into the sacrificial pit?
On one hand I know I’d like to self publish a novel series. On the other hand I really love writing stage plays, something about telling a story through dialogue. There’s a reason why I describe myself as “a coffee loving playwright…” I feel like I am standing at the crossroads but the once clear signs has been run over by a semi-truck and are nowhere to be found. And I do not have a map.