So, I'm 167,864 words into my WIP and I think I'm about halfway through. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less, but close to halfway. I had to stop writing this book (Crusader, the fourth volume in my Sanctuary Series) in order to put out a couple of smaller books in my UF series, and getting back to this has been both agony and ecstasy, often about a breath apart.
The Joys:
Telling an epic story with lots of threads and complexity can be deeply satisfying, especially when it's with characters you enjoy and threads you find fascinating.
The sense of accomplishment once done should be magnificent, perhaps even more glorious than completing any other book due to the magnitude of the project.
When finished, the sight of that enormous book on my shelf will be incredibly satisfying. And it will also double as an effective bludgeon, should I ever need one (say, if I consider writing another book of this size, I could club myself until I return to my senses).
Because I don't feel like I'm making much progress on a daily basis, my wordcount is down and I'm hanging out on Kindleboards more, which is a nice social experience, and probably healthy or something.
The Perils:
Telling an epic story with lots of threads and complexity to keep track of can make you wish for painful death. Having this many dangling threads puts me in the mind of making my own noose with them.
The sense of desperation when you're in the middle of it and see no end in sight. Is this how George R.R. Martin feels ALL THE TIME?! (Back to wishing for painful death, I think).
When you have a tight publication schedule, this sort of book begins to feel like a weight upon you. Like a semi-trailer, parked on your chest.
I don't mean to complain (in anything other than a lighthearted, amusing sort of way) but I figure if anyone will understand, it's some of you lot, who have maybe done something similarly insane and would like to chime in with some joys and perils of your own. Uh...have any of you done something similarly insane, or is it just me and G.R.R.M. over here? George? *looks around* Oh. Well. Maybe it's just me, then.