Writing Issues

So this is a journal, but since I’m really new to it, I wasn’t sure where to start, so I decided to start with my first love.  Writing, and the inevitable issues that go along with it. 

As a published author, I know the highs of getting “The Call” and the lows of rejection letter on top of rejection letter.  Getting The Call is infinitely better, but the memory of that fades when you go more than a year and still don’t have another sale.  Of course, at this point, getting another rejection letter wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, since that would mean I have complete manuscripts to submit.  Instead, I have three almost complete stories, and the inspiration to finish and edit them has been at a low ebb for a while.  So what have I been doing?  Writing fan fiction.  

I know, I know, I’m a published author, why would I want to write fan fiction?  Because the damn characters talk to me more than my own characters.  I am a huge Harry Potter fan, and while I love Harry and all he stands for, those silver-eyed bad guys make my heart do flips.  Yes, the Malfoys.  Especially as so deliciously protrayed in the movies by Tom Felton and Jason Isaacs.  And the idea of either of them with Hermione Granger is just too addictive to resist. So I scarf up all the fan fiction I can, and what happens?  I’m struck with a plot that just won’t leave me alone.  As of today, I have completed 8 long chapters of my Draco/Hermione fic, a rather naughty NC-17 story.   I even have a whole plot worked out, this thing could go on for a while. 

And what of my vampires and time travelers?  Well, they’re sitting in the back commenting on what I am writing, but not certainly not making enough of a fuss that I want to finish their stories.  My vampire book is literally two, maybe three, chapters from completion.  The time travel is about half done, and my plain old contemporary with normal human characters is also about half done.  

So I am off to my regular critique group tonight to read something, anything, other than the fanfiction.  Maybe I’ll be inspired to give Isabella and Lucien or Simon and Caroline the happy ending they’ve been waiting for.  I suppose I shouldn’t complain too much – I AM writing, that in itself is a miracle these days with life being its usual insanity – with two kids, a full time job, sports schedules and the like, I’m lucky I have time to pee, let alone write, not to mention that after 10:00, my eyes start to close whether I want them to or not.  So yes, it is a miracle I’m writing.  I should be grateful for it.  And I am, in a way, I just need to get another title out there.  And therefore make some money.  Someday, I want to quit the day job and write full-time.  At the rate I’m going, it’s not likely to happen anytime soon.