The importance of break time

I meant to write nap time. Would you believe that?

Where did you go, nap time? Why did you leave?
Where did you go, nap time? Why did you leave?

Yeah, you believe it.

I miss nap time. I thought it was crap when I was a kid, fought tooth and nail against it, and now at 27 years old, I f&%king miss nap time.


But, that’s not what this blog is about. I mean, okay, it kind of ties in but nap time is not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about break time. That is, the break one takes in-between books. The time with which one panics about the edits being made, and whether or not the book is actually any good, and oh dear jumping Jesus on a Christmas tree WHAT HAVE I DONE?!


That break time.

As you know (or, if you don’t know and will now be informed) Annie is done. She has gone through a title change (the Airship Leviathan), multiple rewrites (four, with the very last one being the biggest, and most major of them all), has found herself with two additional books waiting in the wings to be written (a second book that hasn’t been titled yet, and The Depths Below), and maybe has a fourth book in the series (never mind the prologue).

So much to do.

So much to write.

So much I want to write. And my brain is telling me to write. It’s telling me, YAH LET’S GO WRITE NOW I WANNA FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENZ! OMIGAWD WE HAVE TO GO WRITE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!


Because that’s the kind of one-sided conversation you have with your brain on writing.

That isn’t to say I don’t want to write, I do.

But not write now (hah, see what I did there?)

There’s living in the world you’ve created, and then there’s living in the world you’ve created. Too much of a fun thing can become sour quite easily, and what was fun can suddenly become work. Writing is already work, don’t get me wrong, but it’s fun work. It’s not fun work when you’re jumping from one book right into another.

At least, not for me.

I’m the kind of person who needs to work on impulse control. My impulse is to jump right in and get to writing the second (as yet untitled) book in Annie’s series. The smart part of me says “whoa buddy, you don’t even really know what’s going on in the first book”. Then the impulse part of me turns around and pouts, then starts to cry, and throw a tantrum, and it’s really not that pretty.

This, but a lot less cute.
This, but a lot less cute.

The impulse part of me doesn’t care. The big kid – the smart kid- part of me points to the mile long to-do list as evidence of big people things that I still have yet to do.

Because responsibilities.

Naturally, the impulse part throws another tantrum. The words I DON’T WANNA are used quite frequently, because I really do want to go back to the Watching Desert and Lodanium and find out what Queen Aeneesa has gotten herself into, and how Alice is getting out from her terrible circumstances. I want to go back to Arleysium, and play around for a little while longer. It’s fun there, I have people I like there.

But, the fact is, I need a break.

I need the edits to come back and to get everything in order so I can figure out just what is going to happen in the second book.

There’s a mile long to-do that needs doing, and I’m reading Guillermo del Toro’s The Strain series. There are pictures that need drawing for other people, and my own cover to work out. I have a marketing campaign to put together for another book that isn’t mine, and Alton Bentley needs some attention.

Like nap time when we were kids, break time is something that is next to unheard of. There are things to do! Worlds to explore! Words to be written!

But, the thing is, if we don’t take the time of the breaks, we’ll find ourselves very quickly burnt out and hating the thing that we used to love so very much. An escape becomes a prison, and writer’s block isn’t so much waiting in the wings as it is working out which angle to best springboard from.

And, as one movie that missed the point told us:

Oh Stanley Kubrick...
Oh Stanley Kubrick…

Take the break, take a nap. The words will be there when you get back.


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