I finished “Blood of Heroes” in March. It is always great to write the final lines. After living the story for so long, I seem to have a knack for the last words of any story.
But first words are often a pain in the neck. I hit a wall. I knew what I wanted to do with the follow up book “Flesh of Legends” but I had no idea where to start. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Then I trashed and trashed and trashed. I wrote some more, forced myself through various writing exercises, screamed at the screen and threatened to beat it with the keyboard.
Yesterday, I was going back through some of the many (many) false starts, and I came across a piece of text, several pages in, that actually worked. It was right there the entire time.
A few hours later, and I had managed a solid 1,600 words.
Sometimes writing is like carving a statue of an elephant. You just remove all the bits that don’t look like an elephant.