As my queries crash across the rocks looking for safe harbor, the rest of my fleet continues on through the storm of writing (yes…nautical references…my blog does have to live up to its name…).

After a rather large submission yesterday, I got the sudden urge to write. For a few hours, I managed uninterrupted progress on Infinity’s Heir, putting a little over 2,800 words to paper before going to bed. In all honesty, this is the most forward momentum I’ve had on that work in quite some time. And that isn’t because I’ve lost interest, but because querying is much harder (and much more time-consuming) than I expected it to be.

Now, I’m back.

The lines of that story flow through me again and I can’t help but think of the path forward. Every writer has felt the pull of a story, the influence it exerts over every thought you have. I’m there now, thinking about where my characters are going and how they will deal with the insurmountable challenges ahead of them.

Over the past weeks, as I focused on Over the Edge, I questioned whether I had lost interest in writing. Though I had been focusing on the queries, there weren’t many times that writing had been something I really wanted to sit down and do (other than posting on the blog…I always enjoy that). In the back of my mind, there was doubt and that fueled the lack of writing.

There’s definitely something to be said for being in your own head.

Last night was a sudden turn. I sat in front of my computer and, rather than pull up a video game, I pulled up my story and stared at the only words on the last page of the manuscript for, at least, ten minutes.

Chapter 5

It was like a call to arms. The words taunted me and I had no choice but to answer. The first paragraph came easily:

Snow hadn’t fallen in days and remnants of Jonnas’ footprints still remained in the snow. He followed that trail eagerly and looked ahead to where Llothen’s walls loomed in the distance. Nearly a week he had been gone, camping on the ice. He didn’t have much to show for it – only a few fish – but it was enough to feed the four of them.

After that, the rest was easy, as if the words had been building up, waiting for an internal dam to break. And it did break – to the tune of 2,800 words. Now, I can feel them flowing through my mind like a river, ready to be put to paper.

I can see the way forward and it is paved with science fiction adventure goodness. I just can’t wait to get lost in it all!