Friday, July 6, 2012

On getting lost

I'm so lost in my space opera nothing else matters. I haven't curated my costume collection in at least a month now. The time I used to spend on Tumblr is now spent writing. And I'm not ready to change it.

For most of 2010 I felt lost. In a very bad way. A fog and months of emotional trauma I hope to never go through again. Writing has always been my outlet, and it dried up. I've never been much of a journaler, and though everyone kept telling me I needed to do it, I couldn't. It was too much.

I thought last February had been a big breakthrough. And it was. But it's nothing compared to this. 64,366 words since May 16th. Not counting what I've written since I wrote this up yesterday afternoon.

If you'd told me ten years ago I'd be totally lost in writing a space opera, I'd have laughed at you. Despite the fact Farscape was still on the air and dictated our Friday night schedule.

The closest relationship I can find for my historical romance and my science fiction is the whole lost cultures thing. When I'm writing HR, I love writing about cultures we have difficulty imagining. Like antebellum plantation life or the sunset of Imperial Russia. In my SF, I've created an entire race who had their past taken from them as punishment for a crime they didn't commit. After two thousand years they finally have the strength to fight to get it back.

I suppose I'm not really lost. But I am having more fun than I ever thought possible.

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