Last week I called myself for being a Big Fat Liar Pants, whining that I canâ€™t seem to finish anything longer than a blog post. I talked about my various writing projects, the majority of which seem to reside only in my head. Of the big ones, there are a few books â€“ two fiction, but different genres and one nonfiction â€“ whose ideas have lived for varying numbers of years. Of the smaller variety, I regularly come up with ideas for shorter stories, sometimes one-shots or flash fictions, some the longer of the shorter variety. I counted among my writing projects a fanfiction story thatâ€™s been in various stages on paper for two years.
A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about the vampire playthings in my head: the apparent sun-fearing conspirators who wake at night (when I should be sleeping) and prance around in my mind, sucking away any chance at sleep by preventing my mind from shutting off at a decent hour. It then occurred to me (only after this had been going on for years; sheesh, Iâ€™m slow) that, perhaps, I should work them to my advantage. Thus, the novel idea of a writer writing in the middle of the night was born.
In the wee hours of the morning, I tweeted and facebooked (that one doesnâ€™t really work as a verb, oh well) the following:
Thatâ€™s right. I finished something. Something longer than a blog post. In your face last-week-self!
The two-year-old, multi-chapter fanfiction story is complete and out there for the world (of fanfiction readers, that is) to read. Granted, I never share my pseudonym, so no one knows itâ€™s me; but thatâ€™s not the point.
No, itâ€™s not a major writing project. No, itâ€™s not a novel. But itâ€™s something thatâ€™s been occupying my brain and itâ€™s not complete. Itâ€™s a little more of that 95% that never makes it to paper actually on paper. Iâ€™m counting that as a win.