Yes, I have them on occasion. For the past two months, ever since my deadline came and went, a question has been rattling in the back of my head like a name on the tip of the tongue.
What happened to my perfectly plotted and planned writing schedule of brilliance?
And then, like a light, it came to me. I slotted two months to write a 20,000 short story. Unfortunately, there was an unforeseen issue with my short story deadline: the plot didn’t fit into a short story. It was more like a 60,000 word novel. So in my mind, I simply changed short story to novel without any consideration to deadlines or research.
Here is my stack of research books, not including internet articles. If I could only pile on gin tasting, crate bottle dating, health corsets vs S-curve, 1890s style corsets vs 1900s, fabrics, homburgs, fedoras, Smith and Wesson No 3, Peacemakers, Storekeepers, vintage shoulder holsters, slung shots, monkey fists, Monterey trawlers, the Scavengers Protective Union, the ‘codfish aristocracy’, cow-yards, cribs, ferry schedules, tide tables, gentleman’s clubs, and the fact that there is not a single picture of a San Francisco hack on the internet.
But don’t worry, I’m past the point of no return. This book might be the worst thing I’ve ever written, but one way or the other, I will finish. The end is in sight, the stepping stones to completion are more or less laid out, and the second book is already whispering sweet nothings in my ear. And when I reach that blissful moment when I shove the manuscript onto my editor, I will mercilessly drown those whisperings and turn my full attention to ‘King’s Folly’.