I've written this
thing, a space opera, it's 86'000 words long and within a spit of
being a finished first draft. I'm probably finishing off the big payoff action
sequence as you read this (or at least tweeting about it which si almost the same. IT IS.). This is my
second novel where I think I'm writing at somewhere near a saleable
level. The feedback for my last one was good writing but not
commercial enough. Fair enough, it was written in a deliberately
obtuse style cos sometimes I am.
So what I decided to
do was to write something very commercial, Drop first person, drop
intrusive voice and go third person multi viewpoint space opera. I
suppose it was partly an experiment in 'can I do this?' I've written
shorts in third person but I prefer first, it flows better when I'm
writing and I've found third person to require a lot more thought*.
Oh, before I go any further.
Disclaimer for
Industry professionals.
Now just in case you
happen to be a publisher/agent reading this I must stress this is my
thoughts about it at the moment and I am always the worst person to make a
judgement on my own work. If you find a version of this on your desk
it's not cos I've thought, 'well, it's toss but they might like it.'
It will be because I have decided I was wrong and have found a lot
more than I expected when re-writing.
Return to stream of
thought.
Now, there is a lot in
this universe I like, I like the central characters, they are gray
and I think even the (largely off screen) bad guys are not bad, just
doing what they think is right. I have a good array of aliens that I
think work without being humans with funny ears. I'm particularly
taken with the mechanics of hyper space because I've wangled them
into a way of telling the story. And therein lies the problem. Last
night, I had an idea, it involved first person, it involves that
hyperspace mechanic but now I understand it better it uses it in a
much more interesting way. However, it cannot take place in this
universe.
I think this new idea
might be better. Which makes my 86'000 words redundant. I am going to
finish it and hopefully my mind will change but it is an awful
feeling. It's also an awful feeling to think I may have wasted six
months. Infuriating even, it feels like I am losing the impetus I
have built up with the last thing.
Last night I had a
nightmare about this. I dreamed I sold the space opera to one publisher and then
the other idea sold to a different one. All the reviews of the second
one said I was clearly running out of imagination and had become
artistically barren. The publishers sued each other for breach of
copyright. Ended with me sat in a dark room with publishers and
critics on lit podiums staring down accusingly at me. Eventually, I had to
give Simon Spanton from Gollancz my dog.
Now, I don't have a
dog but I suspect my subconscious was trying to give me some sort of
message there.
Anyway, I am probably
writing this so I don't have to do anything else so I will stop now.
I will finish this project. I will re-write into some form and if
this idea hangs around I will do that**.
*By which I mean
considering what I am putting on the page rather than just losing
myself and suddenly having dashed off reams off words. Last book was the
latter, I wrote the 25'000 word first draft in a week of very little
sleep and furious industry. And steroids. Maybe, in hindsight, the steroids had
something to do with the furious industry.
**well I will add it to
the list of ideas and roll a dice for which I do next.
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