I recall the furor when one of the previous books in George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones series was delayed: people act as if books spring from the writer’s mind fully-formed, and flow out onto the page (or computer) perfectly, the first time, and are immediately ready to be printed and shipped.
That isn’t how it works.
Even if the writer has been thinking about the work for years, and has scenes clearly defined in their mind (ahem, me), it still takes the effort of getting it all down, properly, logically, and coherently. It takes effort to revise it to make it the best it can be. Then it takes more time for whoever the team is (agent, editor, writer, etc.) to get it finally prepped and released.
I understand the frustration of waiting for an author’s next book. But I also understand that something I can read in a couple of hours – or, in GRRM’s case, four to six hours – takes months or even years for the work to be written in the first place.
For myself, I prefer to stick with a general rule that a first draft should take three to four months, tops. This seems to me to be the best length to ensure a good product but also to avoid getting so sick of the thing that you might drop it and switch to some shiny new idea. While I may have been thinking of all these tales in my head for years, I do not believe spending those same years in actually writing them will improve them in any significant form, and may result in them never being done at all.
So where does this leave me, the writer who has not yet started writing anything? Finally realizing that like all the other things in my life that I do as a “job” (for which I get paid currently or not) this has to be treated the same way. I had decided Monday that Tuesday was going to be the start, but alas, wound up so sick on Tuesday and into Wednesday that I barely did anything at all on or for any of them. I believe that most of that was due to even less sleep than my usual insomia allows over the past four days or so, as sleep deprivation can have an impact on a number of things, health-wise. I slept most of Tuesday evening into Wednesday morning, and today is a vast improvement over yesterday.
Since life requires that we remain flexible, I took it easy today, and I will reset the begin date to tomorrow. Thursday will be the day I finally decide that getting all this out of my head is better than dismissing it all as not worth the effort, because who wants to be haunted by all the things they might have done, that were in their power to do, based on an underlying fear that is likely unwarranted and may very well be a falsely and maliciously provided narrative by a hateful person from earlier in their life? I may decide to talk about that later, but for now, it’s time to kick those particular demons to the curb and get them out of the way.