I know you promised to keep working on it after the break you needed for your move. I thought that was enough to where I wouldn't do what I usually do, but it wasn't.
With me, writing is like an express train. It goes full steam until it reaches it's destination. It may slow down at times and it may switch tracks, but if it stops, it stops hard, explodes in a wreck that is rarely able to be cleared. It's ugly. There are fatalities.
After something like that, I have to take a step back and deal with the damage. I have to accept the loss. When I shelve something, I know I may never come back to it and even if I do, it will never be the same. I don't find my way back in easily, and that is why most of my sequels fail.
You did also say that you were unhappy with the directions both stories were going, and you wanted that to change. So... I put them on the shelf. I said goodbye. I forced myself to cut the emotional tether because I could not handle leaving them in that state of "maybe someday." Mentally, I can't handle that. It was too much, the up-yo of thinking it would get worked on and then having days and weeks and months would go by with nothing. I told myself patience first, and then I had to stop believing in it at all because I couldn't let myself try and hope for it. It was too hard when it didn't happen.
I finally cut it off during this last hiatus, accepted the death, and I am really not sure I can go back again. I'd need to know we were making steady progress again before I'd allow myself to touch it. I really love Alik and the story, but I can't do the starts and stops without some sometimes severe mental fallout, and that is why I'm almost more willing to let them die than start this all over again.
You still seem very busy and I'd rather not resume unless you really have the time for it.
I don't think we would have realized how many conflicts we had in our varied processes without trying to write first, and back when we started, we really did think we were on the same page.
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With me, writing is like an express train. It goes full steam until it reaches it's destination. It may slow down at times and it may switch tracks, but if it stops, it stops hard, explodes in a wreck that is rarely able to be cleared. It's ugly. There are fatalities.
After something like that, I have to take a step back and deal with the damage. I have to accept the loss. When I shelve something, I know I may never come back to it and even if I do, it will never be the same. I don't find my way back in easily, and that is why most of my sequels fail.
You did also say that you were unhappy with the directions both stories were going, and you wanted that to change. So... I put them on the shelf. I said goodbye. I forced myself to cut the emotional tether because I could not handle leaving them in that state of "maybe someday." Mentally, I can't handle that. It was too much, the up-yo of thinking it would get worked on and then having days and weeks and months would go by with nothing. I told myself patience first, and then I had to stop believing in it at all because I couldn't let myself try and hope for it. It was too hard when it didn't happen.
I finally cut it off during this last hiatus, accepted the death, and I am really not sure I can go back again. I'd need to know we were making steady progress again before I'd allow myself to touch it. I really love Alik and the story, but I can't do the starts and stops without some sometimes severe mental fallout, and that is why I'm almost more willing to let them die than start this all over again.
You still seem very busy and I'd rather not resume unless you really have the time for it.
I don't think we would have realized how many conflicts we had in our varied processes without trying to write first, and back when we started, we really did think we were on the same page.