The Obligatory Mopey Blog Entry

When I write, I channel my characters and, in a small way, become them. Who I'm writing affects my mood. Oddly enough, it seems Vlad is very upset that I'm refusing to work on revisions with him--as I find myself skulking and rolling my eyes at every little thing this morning. But too damn bad, I say. Because there's work to be done on Shades of Gray and EGB is going to wait. If he doesn't like it, he can bite me.

Staying focused on one project is something I've struggled with since I started taking my writing seriously. It's doable, but requires several mental slaps. Today I'm leaping into a new chapter, filled with discovery and hope for Dorian. It's good...the guy needs some hope. But I'm really only writing so I can work out my frustrations through him before sitting down to read. I must be the only person on the planet who hasn't finished the new Harry Potter yet.

I think I'm mopey today because I really, really, really want to work on revising Eighth Grade Bites, but I absolutely cannot let myself. Isn't that childish? To pout over something you have control over? The thing is, I adore Vlad and want to show him off. But I also know that in first draft form (ick) he's not ready to meet agents. But in order to gain a fresh perspective, I need to ignore him, forget every word, move past that book and work on something entirely different. I know that. It's great advice. It's just difficult for me. (and I'd wager I'm not alone in this)

So get out of my head, Vlad. I have to stop thinking about you.