If you’ve been following Game of Thrones at all, you’ve likely heard by now that George R.R. Martin is behind on Book #6, The Winds of Winter, and it definitely won’t be released (or even ready) by the time the new season is out on HBO. I’m just as disappointed as the next guy but I definitely feel Martin’s pain.
Right now, I’m going through the same thing with the third book of the Graveyard: Classified series, albeit on 1/100000th of the scale. Plenty of folks have posted, tweeted, and emailed, asking when the third book will be released. As of right now, all I can say is… I don’t know, accompanied by an apologetic shoulder-shrug.
Martin, in his blog post explaining why WoW is going to be late, cited scheduling conflicts, travel, attending conventions, etc., along with internal conflicts within the actual storytelling process itself. He hasn’t been happy with some of the choices he was making for the characters and plot, which required extensive editing and rewrites…all that good stuff.
To which I say, “I feel ya, bro.”
September through December was insane. Family health issues, traveling, the holidays, more family health issues. My brain was in fifty different places at once every minute of the day. It was hard to focus on creativity.
“Hard” is an understatement. Let’s say, oh, “nearly impossible.”
For those of you who are interested in such things, I got about 40,000 words into the first draft for Graveyard #3, roughly about half the size of a standard novel.
In the midst of all of the aforementioned distractions, I kept dragging my feet to the keyboard every day, absolutely dreading the writing process. That’s never happened to me before. I hit a point where I’d peck out a few words here and there, go do some laundry, straighten up the kitchen, put away the dishes, write a few more words and call it a day. I couldn’t figure out why this was so hard. I wasn’t necessarily blocked. I was able to write the words…
And then it occurred to me: I hated what I was writing.
The storyline was NOT going the direction I wanted. It was too dark.
Not in the sense of “evil scary demon” dark, but moody. Depressing. Downright sad. Perhaps it had something to do with how hard Q4 of 2015 was, and that seeped into my writing. Who knows?
That’s NOT what I wanted for this series, nor is it what the readers want to see.
Needless to say, I want it to be right. This series was the most writing-fun I’ve had in years, and I don’t want to ruin that. I don’t want you guys to be disappointed by the story either.
Which leads me to this…
I’m going to start over. Maybe I can salvage some of the content from the original manuscript, but I don’t believe it’ll be much. I can’t promise when Book #3 will be ready, just know that you won’t have to wait years.
I have to pull a bit of a George here, paraphrasing: “It’ll be finished when it’s finished.”
It will also be RIGHT. And it’ll be right for you. I won’t sacrifice the quality of storytelling for a quick buck. You guys deserve better than that.
In the meantime, if you’re interested in reading more of my work, click the following link and see if any of these suit your fancy: Ernie Lindsey on Amazon. Desmond Doane, Ford, Mike, Chelsea, and Boogerface will all be back soon enough.
See you on the other side!