I tried. I really did.

Certain things always sound exciting to me, something new to try. I’ve written for a long time, but I always think there’s something better around the corner, something I could do better. And sometimes there is, but often times, I should know myself better.

I read Craig Boyack in Story Empire, and he often works on two or more manuscripts at a time. I thought that sounded brilliant, and it IS brilliant, so I tried it. And I am a total failure at it. I respect people who can multi-task, but this has finally proven to me that I am not one of them. I’m a plodder. One thing at a time. One step at a time. So boring…..

In my brilliant plans, I was going to work on the Vella novella for my medieval story and work on my next Karnie story at the same time. Once before, I tried two stories at once, and it worked. But only when I had lots of time with no interruptions and no melodrama. I could hold two books in my head then. I could flip back and forth between them.

Not now. I didn’t see all of the complications coming. Even if I had, I don’t think I could have coped with them. BUT, I know, I could have finished one manuscript. But not two. My head’s just too scattered. So, for the moment, I’m closer to finishing Blood and Bones on Vella than I am with even getting a good flow with Karnie–even though she’s pulling at me–I’m going to finish Blood and Bones. Because I can see all of the steps in my head. And boy, am I having fun with them! And THEN, I’m going to concentrate on Karnie. Because I know where she’s going, too. But it will take longer to get there.

Blood and Bones is shorter. Much shorter. So I’m going to write like a crazy woman (no comments) and finish the damn thing. Then I’ll start on Karnie. One thing at a time is all I can handle right now. It’s sad, but true. But I’m beginning to suspect that’s probably the best route for me. I’m not a multi-tasker, even though I’d like to be.