The novel currently under construction, a piece of speculative fiction about the not very distant future of mankind, which I have been working on for about one hundred years, keeps coming to a standstill as I face yet another batch of “what ifs.” I get cruising along, writing in third person from multiple points of view, starting to love some of the characters and hate others, and believing it’s all coming together since I know where the story is ultimately going. Then I think: What about electronic communication, or what about weapons, or what about energy, or what about transportation? You get the idea. There are a million “what ifs.” Then I find myself off the creative path and back into research so I can decide what to do with another “what if.”
Creating the world of the future is just a bit more difficult than I had anticipated. Imagine that. I know, I should have had all that stuff figured out, the world as it will be then, before I started writing the novel, but that would have been the sensible thing to do. I had some basics figured out, and knew the most important answers, for this novel, to questions regarding humanities quest for perfection, the ones that I hoped would make the novel thought provoking. It was all those other details of a future world, which seem infinite, that I had not thought through enough before I started plucking out the story on my laptop.
I am getting there now and expect to be done with the first draft by the end of September, which will really be about a second or third draft, since I edit earlier scenes from a point of view character before starting the next scene from that point of view. There will be a celebration, but only if I can leave details of some of the changes in the world to later revision, and finish the damned story.
I don’t write much about my writing in this blog anymore because it’s boring for the one or two people who read my bullshit, but I needed this blog to throw the hat over the fence, so to speak. Now the pressure is on to finish by the end of September. I will let both of you readers know when I’m done. Copies will be going to my wife, son and daughter for their thoughts if I can finally finish.
Say a prayer for me. No, just teasing. The big guy would scoff at the irony of prayers for me.