I’ve written over one hundred thousand words this month according to my Grammarly update. I have about five thousand words to go and I find myself all out of words. I know where the story is going and I know exactly how it’s going to end but I can’t get the words on paper.
What do you do when you’ve been merrily humming along and your book is near finished and the words dry up? I’ve read a few books for inspiration, watched Queer as Folk taken tea breaks, got up, walked around, came back and sat down and still nothing.
I’ve closed the laptop at least a dozen times and then opened it again five minutes later to see if I could write something. No dice. I’ve petted the cat, fed the cat, and changed his box, sat down and guess what nothing is percolating in my head, just nothing.
I’ve written three and a three-quarters books in the past few months, Bobby’s Old Man, the second book in the Sunset Club Series which is out from MLR on August twenty-eighth, Scarred Mate, the third book in the Werewolves of Manhattan Series set for October second from MLR and Waiting for Mark, the third book in the Sunset Club Series still in submission. I’m stuck on Book Four of Werewolves. I have them almost to the last bend of the racetrack, but the horse tripped and now I’m limping home.
Writing for me comes in spurts. For long periods of time
my brain will keep spitting out words and I’ll keep writing books until it stops. When it stops, it’s scary because I don’t know how long it will take to get back in the grove again, or worse still, will I ever get back in the groove.
I once went without being able to write for more than three months. I thought I was done, finished. I figured I said everything I had to say, but then, for no obvious reason, it all came rushing back. I was able to produce one book after another until I reached four, then I thought to take a break but the words wouldn’t stop running around in my head and now, writers’ block.
So today, instead of giving you new words, I’m leaving you with an excerpt from Bobby’s Old Man.
Excerpt: “Not at all, I had Marla freshen up the suite opposite mine. That way I’ll be close if you need anything during the night. There is a fifty-five inch television in the bedroom. I put a new eighty incher in the great room. It’s wonderful when you watch sports. I also have DirecTV with all of the bells and whistles. You need to conserve your strength for a few weeks until they’re sure there is no lasting damage from the concussion. The televisions will help. I also have all the video gaming systems in the great room, if you’re interested.”
“I don’t do video games usually unless they’re the type of fantasy adventure games.” What’s going on with him? He’s babbling.
“That’s what I play.” Keith laughed out loud. “I also have an extensive library on my Kindle HD of science fiction, fantasy,” Keith blushed, “and gay romances that you can read.”
Why do I feel like I’m dealing with a used car salesman showing me the features?
“How many titles do you own?” Bobby asked wondering how much Keith read.
“A thousand, at least, I read fast. I have two Kindle Paperwhites and the Kindle HD plus an iPad and an Android tablet. I also own a PC and a Mac. I use the PC for the businesses and the Mac for home. There are two offices in the house. I put them in long ago, hoping that someday I’d find someone. I hope I haven’t screwed things up permanently with us.” Keith looked frightened.
He is very disturbed. His hand is shaking. It could be the booze. I hope it’s not the alcohol.
“I still love you. I just don’t trust you right now, and I have to trust the man I marry.” Bobby had a sad look on his face. “I could marry you now because I’m scared and alone, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” Brave words you little shit, if your trust in him was such a scarce commodity, why are you staying here and tormenting both of you. Am I punishing him or myself?
Keith put his head on Bobby’s lap and mumbled, “I understand.” Bobby felt Keith’s tears on his knee. I caused this. I caused Keith to cry. I wonder if he’s feeling half of what I felt when I left this house that night. He lifted Keith’s head. I can’t forgive him yet, but I need to be with him and no one else. I’m such a whiny coward when it comes to Keith.
Blurb: Keith Anderson is in love with Bobby Michaels. Unfortunately, Keith, with their fifteen year age difference, thinks he’s too old for Bobby. The two start as friends with benefits, but Keith dumps Bobby when it turns serious, leaving Bobby brokenhearted.
When tragedy strikes and Bobby needs Keith, he steps up to support his lover. But Bobby lacks trust in Keith and everything around him. Can Keith convince Bobby that this time is for real, or will the two lovers never reconcile?
Available from MLR Press: August 2015
About the Author: AC Katt was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park listening to folk music while they passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New Mexico for their health and its great beauty.
Now, most of AC’s books are electronic (although she still keeps six bookcases of hardcovers), so she never has to give away another book. AC is new to both GLBT and to writing being, as she claims, a late bloomer, however, she’s found her niche writing GLBT romance.
Currently, AC writes for MLR Press and JMS Books and her latest published works are The Indiscrete Series (mlrpress.com), The Werewolves of Manhattan Series (mlrpress.com), The Sunset Club Series (mlrpress.com),and The Sarran Series (jmsbooks.com).
Visit AC Katt’s Wesbite at ackatt.com