A Writer’s Lament

Sometimes writing can be frustrating. My first book is published and for sale in all the usual places. Working on marketing the book takes away from time for writing, but that’s not my complaint. Once I completed Prayers Were No Help, I began work on my second project, Some Wounds Never Heal. That story was coming along well. Then I hit a roadblock. My characters were getting involved in things that required further research. Unfortunately, I’m waiting on others to respond to questions that I have, so the project is on hold.

Oh well. On to the next one. Or so I thought. After writing a few words, I realized that I need to do some research. So, I’m waiting on others to respond to my queries. Now I have two projects on hold.

So, I started writing a third one. I quickly realized that i needed to do some research before writing any further. Arghh!

So, I started writing a fourth one. After writing the first chapter I realized I had reached a fork in the road. My character had to either be somewhat daffy or own something of such value that others would be working diligently to wrest it from her. So, I’m on the horns of a dilemma. Which route should I take? Writing a story about a woman who is somewhat daffy requires a great deal of characterization. Writing a mystery is much easier, because it’s action based, not character based.

I fell like I’m juggling three balls while studying a fourth one trying to decide what it is.

And, of course, life constantly intervenes. Children need their grandchildren watched. Who can say no to that? Dishes have to be washed. Trash has to be collected. Meanwhile, my characters all sit and wait, patiently, for me to pay attention to them again.

Yes, I know other people have much bigger and more pressing problems. People in south Texas are desperately trying to survive and I’m fussing about writing problems.

I’m not complaining. Merely observing how curious life is and how its curves are unforeseeable.