I'm currently going back to a 'failed' novel from several years ago. I wrote around 75,000 words of what I had tentatively titled Breach of Faith before I realized that the passion I had for the work was slowly fading and that I didn't really want to finish it -- at the time, I was also writing pieces of what would eventually become Holder of Lightning, and I was far, far more interested in that world.
At that time in my life, I'd been 'let' go' from my previous job, was feeling rather lost and precarious (both financially and probably mentally as well), was looking for other employment and finding nothing that paid remotely close to what I'd been paid before -- for that matter, a couple years shy of a decade later, I'm still not being paid anything close to that salary...
I was in the meantime working on three separate writing projects at one time -- heck, being a 'full-time writer' had been forced upon me, so damn it, I was going to write. Writing on more than one piece at a time was something that's not my usual routine, as my poor little brain has a hard enough time remembering what I'm doing in one world, much less three. I found that as Holder became more and more the world into which I wanted to immerse myself, it was becoming more and more difficult to force myself back into the world of Breach.
Eventually, I just stopped going there at all, and the draft languished in its folder on my hard drive.
( Wherein the writer whines more than he already has... )
At that time in my life, I'd been 'let' go' from my previous job, was feeling rather lost and precarious (both financially and probably mentally as well), was looking for other employment and finding nothing that paid remotely close to what I'd been paid before -- for that matter, a couple years shy of a decade later, I'm still not being paid anything close to that salary...
I was in the meantime working on three separate writing projects at one time -- heck, being a 'full-time writer' had been forced upon me, so damn it, I was going to write. Writing on more than one piece at a time was something that's not my usual routine, as my poor little brain has a hard enough time remembering what I'm doing in one world, much less three. I found that as Holder became more and more the world into which I wanted to immerse myself, it was becoming more and more difficult to force myself back into the world of Breach.
Eventually, I just stopped going there at all, and the draft languished in its folder on my hard drive.
( Wherein the writer whines more than he already has... )