Braenduir Chronicles

An epic fantasy series that tells the tale of three men, a soldier, a warrior, and a knight, all of whom are forced to take a path they wouldn’t have chosen for themselves, all of whom make unusual choices when it comes to love.

Words, words, words…

I’ve returned to Braenduir. For five weeks, I didn’t touch the story practically at all. I had the third draft of the second book done, and I thought it was ready for the final editing. Turned out, it wasn’t.

In some point while reading through the first book one more time, I understood, the second part wouldn’t work the way it was. It was a depressing realization. Had I written over 200 000 words for naught?

I’ve been working with The Gods’ Drum for three years, written every day, a few rare exceptions excluded, half a dozen drafts, hundreds of thousands of words. Not once have I woken up in the morning with a feeling that today, I may not want to write.

Now that Runecursed is out, I’ve had much less time to work with the second book. That’s the downside of self-publishing; you have to do everything yourself from creating your masterpiece to marketing it to the masses (Pick up the slight sarcasm? You’re not mistaken, it’s there.). Fortunately, I like doing everything myself. I’d just need about 24 extra hours to my days to have time to write while trying to make someone read what I’ve written so far.

What I’m trying to say is that I experienced a slight writer’s block for the first time in three years. It was a chock. I knew I had to rewrite the second book, so, I sat down and got up to it. Turned out, I can’t write anymore. My head was swarming with ideas, good ones, even, but when I tried to type them down, nothing came out as I had intended it. Nothing worked. I was confused. What had happened to me? Had the so much time spent on social media (marketing my book) damaged my brain?

As I couldn’t write, I returned to doing other things. The ideas kept piling up in my head, the characters kept harassing me, asking why had I abandoned them, left them on the hold like that. I told them that despite of knowing where I want to take them, I’ve lost the ability to do it, and returned to my chores.

They didn’t leave me be. One of them, the one dearest to me, was especially persistent. I knew where I wanted to take him, what I wanted to do with him, but struggled with how to move him to where I needed him to be. You can’t just teleport your characters to a mountaintop unless teleportation is a common way of traveling in your world (like someone did on the eighth season…).

Break the pattern, he urged me. Just throw me there and worry about how I got there later. You know you want to.

So, I did. And found out that I can still write. I plunged headfirst in the middle of the story and have now been writing for three days, like a maniac around the clock. Thanks to my character’s persistence. (I know this sounds insane, but I also know that other fiction writers get it. We’ve all experienced the exciting and disturbing moment when our characters become something more than just paper and ink, when they become three-dimensional, and grow a mind of their own.)

What I learned from this little setback is the simple truth that most writers know…

So, if You are struggling with the writer's block, why not try writing it away. 





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