Epiphany

Been six months of dribbling, rejecting, and adding words to all three books.  What a waste.  First thing I realized was I was writing too much, too many words, thinking I could revise later after editing .  Bad process.  I forgot I learned in my first book, my best writing developed from an outline  Which I then added information on scenes, character, and sights later.  Much better for me.  Moving the action on, never pausing to watch unicorns.

Second thing was my characters background had to be concise and largely back story.  Not explaining their hates, jealousies, and loves which bores me and the reader.  The same reason no one cares if Hitler was a failed painter.  His mental attitude after his war is shown, never explained, except for Satan believers.  As if that explains his megalomania.

Lastly, I found my writing voice in my book Kril.  Why the hell I tried to reinvent myself was stupid.  Costing me and my new characters wasted time.  I'm going to stop procrastinating, by going to that other dimension.  If two guys cross paths on a junction in the road aren't they still in different timelines, oblivious to each other 99.999999% of their life.

Not wanting to fill this blog with meandering.  Now to get my novel productive-writing done.      .