I’ve been out of touch with the public. I work a demanding day job in finance, and the last year has been a struggle with getting used to writing after funneling most of my mental and emotional energy into this job. I’ve been writing while I can, just not at the pace I’d like. I’d often come home completely wiped and feeling like a shell whose soul has left and gone off to the bar.
The work in progress could be categorized as ghost fiction. This book’s past iterations had taken on different genres, but I’ve settled on contemporary, with a ghostly component to it. It’s based on something paranormal and unexplainable (in the atheistic sense) that happened to me twenty years ago when I was living in Asia. In this story, my protagonist is in Latin America.
I pitched a different version of this book and got a great rejection from an agent (I’m not being sarcastic, as it was awesome for me to get professional advice). By the time I had a moment to digest the feedback, I knew what I had to do with the story. Sort of. I’ve written three different drafts since, though none of them full drafts. One made it to act three, the other two to the halfway point. Sometimes all the outlining in the world cannot reveal where the story is headed; in this case, I had to write it out to know I was going down the wrong road.
So here I am, about to embark on my revision. I’m very excited about it as I believed I’ve solidified the tone, narration, POV, and plotline. I’m still working the same job in finance, but for a new team that isn’t trying and emotionally pulverizing like my last team. So far, it’s been great day job-wise. I’m optimistic I can write this book while working. I hope to be done the revision by the end of the year so that I can begin editing in the new year.