I'm sorry I've been lagging on the blogosphere lately everyone. I fear this semester may be the death of me. It's February and I'm already feeling anxious for it to end.
Except my independent study, I'd like for that never to end. In fact, I feel like it's going to be a permanent, lifelong independent study. The more I work on and write one story, the more ideas I have for other stories. Writing perpetuates writing, I'm learning. I suppose all writers just starting out fear that they might not have another story to tell after they finish this one they're working on. I've had that fear. What if I miraculously get a three book contract and then have nothing else to say?
That fear has been quickly dispelled. I've found the opposite is true. I'm having trouble focusing on writing one story at a time. Of course I'm making extensive notes on my ideas, but I need to work on completing a story at least in rough draft form before I start any real work on the next story. It's a challenge when you're getting excited about characters and plots you'd like to introduce. The excitement of stories to come can make you less excited about the one you're slogging away in. You forget that it will be exactly the same when you start serious work on the next one; it's hard and you aren't always excited to be working.
School is definitely crowding in on my novelling time.
Still, every class, even if it's not an English course, has the potential to be inspirational. A historical fact or a number sequence can give you an idea. Time though, can be hard to budget. The Writer in me says, "Let's work on the next scene!" while the Student says, "I have to finish my maths homework." The Writer can be very persuasive.