This weekend was spent, in part, organizing and purging. This tied, in part, to deciding to rename the warrior orders in Druthal. Going through documents, finding outdated info, changing the names of things, purging out needless duplicates of paperwork. (It's amazing how many times I've, frankly, thoughtlessly re-printed the same info.) But I'm working on putting together both clean working files to reference (in Scrivener format primarily, though exporting that to a text format as well, in case of disaster), as well as a single, easy hard copy to go to if I need it. It also involves digging through random handwritten notes (as I will jot down ideas just about anywhere) and making sure I've transcribed them somewhere where they'll do some good.
Part of this, of course, involved taking a good, hard look at the bigger picture of things. I've made no secret of the fact that I have four different "heroes of Maradaine" series mapped out, with Thorn of Dentonhill, Holver Alley Crew, Maradaine Constabulary and Way of the Shield each representing the first of their own respective series. Each of these four books stands alone just fine, though I've made a point of including hints and connections that pay off for readers who read everything.
Now, I have a big crazy plan for each and all of these series, which I've worked to some degree. Part of this weekend's process involved finding more detail to fill in, which then filtered back into the final bits of the Maradaine Constabulry re-write.
On some level, I know that it's completely crazy to even be contemplating the level of plan that I have. But I think in terms of epic. And hopefully, I'll be able to make that pay off.
It occurs to me that this particular blog is coming off just a hair short of a total box of crazy. Which is how stepping back and looking at my whole big-picture plan makes me feel, sometimes. The scope of what I want to do is so huge, it feels like a tidal wave that I have to hold back. It's almost the opposite of writer's block: there's so MUCH you can't get out. If I just let it go, it would be an intelligible word-salad of madness. An unsolved jigsaw puzzle, dumped out on the floor.
Thus: Plan. Organize. Focus. Build the edges of the puzzle first. I've got three sides almost done, and I'm starting to build the fourth.
This whole thing will probably make no sense to you, or it makes perfect sense, in which case you should probably be scared for your sanity. Mine's toast.
Off to the word mines.