So Book 2 of Frontier Magic (Title To Come) seems to be getting some momentum up at last. Possibly because I finally have a bit of shape for this volume, which looks just a bit novel-like.
Part of the difficulty, it seems in retrospect, has been that I’ve only ever written three-related-standalone-novels, not a three-volume novel. And Frontier Magic is a lot more like a three-volume novel (in my head, anyway) than it is like three standalones. And the worst part, for me, of any book is always the Miserable Middle. And this is Volume 2 of 3…what else would you call it?
It is, of course, turning out nothing like the plot outline said it would. This ought to be unsurprising, since I’ve never been able to follow a plot outline for even a couple of chapters, let alone a whole novel…and this is three novels, or the equivalent in word count. But I had hopes that this time, things would be different. (Was it Mark Twain who said that hope was the triumph of optimism over experience, or was it Ambrose Bierce?)
I am also going to have to figure out a better way to make sure I get my daily pages done than hauling my laptop to a restaurant for four or five hours a day. Doing this serves the purpose of avoiding the phone and assorted random household chores and getting some words down, but it’s playing merry Hob with my shoulders, my budget, and my waistline.