A funny thing happened on the way to the editing last night: I’d forgotten that I’ve almost finished editing Echoes.
I’d begun editing this story a while back, but when it came to doing the revised draft, I thought I’d only managed to get through one, maybe two chapters. Imagine my surprised when I opened the Scrivener project last night and discovered that I was in the middle of a chapter, and I was about half-way through the story.
The question then becomes: when did I do this?
I’m usually very good of keeping track of my work, and where I am with a project. This time, however, Echoes took me completely by surprise. Here was a project that I thought would keep me occupied until the end of the year, and now it looks as if I may finish the revised draft this weekend. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you . . . it’s just that I now have to do something else pretty soon.
There are three remaining chapters, which I should have finished by this Sunday. After that, I may return to the beginning, and give it another polish just to say, “Done,” and move on. After which—
That part I’m not sure.
I wondered while looking over the document last night—did I actually block out the story? Did I not want to deal with it so much that I forgot I’d gotten as far alone in the edit as I had? That’s certainly an interesting idea, that my mind rebelled against going into the story because it’d hurt me when I wrote the damn thing.
But I don’t think that’s the case. Mostly because there’s been a huge amount of turmoil in my life, and I’ve worked on two new projects—actually, four new projects since the start of summer—and somewhere along the line I just lost track of what I was supposed to do. And in the process of doing other things, my mind forgot Echoes was out, there waiting for me to return.
This means that once Echoes is ticked off, I can start on a new story . . . of which I have an idea.
This is why I have an idea project in Scrivener: so I can keep track of things I come up with, and jot them down before I forget what the hell it was I was trying to remember. This idea I have now, it was really what made me think about doing the Story Ideas project, because it hit me the right way, and I thought, “You know, this is good enough that if I don’t write down something now, I’ll probably forget it.”
And this new story could lead to another—in fact, its background lay in a story I wrote a long time ago, maybe twelve years ago, maybe fifteen. Doesn’t matter; it’s been a while since I visited this world, and maybe this can lead to something that will take off in another way.
Really—is there anything out there that I’ve done that doesn’t lead to a series?