As I've mentioned before, focus has been a problem for a long time (like for the past three years.) I've got five novels in progress and each time I start writing on one another calls to me, which means that I've got between 45,000 and 80,000 words on five different stories, with none of them finished, and none of them going anywhere fast. (And I'd really like to get at least one first draft, and preferrably three of them done by the end of year). I finally figured that it was mostly a matter of discipline, and that I should simply sit down, pick the one I think is most saleable, and make myself write on just that one.
The only problem is the writing got more and more tortured feeling. This is not the way writing is supposed to be. Writing is supposed to be a joy. And the words have always flowed easily and well for me. When I went back and read the stuff I'd written, it was actually decent quality, but I was totally unsatisfied with how the process felt, and forward progress seemed to be glacial.
I finally gave up on my discipline plan, and started working on one of my other wips (works in progress). I had almost come to the conclusion that I needed to scrap some 250 pages of writing with the first story and start all over, but I couldn't quite face that, 1) because there are some great scenes in it, and 2) it represents a huge amount of time.
Well, of course, as soon as I started writing on the other story, bang two insights hit me about the first one... solving two major issues which had been holding back progress. The first will require a bit of rewriting (fortunately a minor bit), and the second will require no rewriting at all, but they literally solve the problems that had been making the writing almost impossible to move forward.
Which makes me think, ok, maybe I shouldn't have tried to force the process. Maybe I just have to write on what is calling to me... and that will give me time to come up with the ideas I need for the other story. Maybe I need to be working on two at once. (Five, however, is definately too much.) That give me percolation time.
I wrote the first draft of my first novel (ok, technically my second novel, but the first one I wrote in seventh grade and is mouldering in a big brown accordian file, deservedly, I suspect.)... yes, well... I wrote the first draft of my first novel in about five months, working three nights a week, 3-4 hours a night. It was very intense, and the scenes flowed one from the other. I expected my future novels to be written the same way.
But maybe that is unrealistic... I had originally come up with the idea for the frist novel ten years before; it grew and morphed and changed and deepened, and so it was just waiting to pour out. My current novels have all come to me in the past couple years. The one I'm working with was inspired by a single word. The second was engendered (not even inspired) by a social commentary I want to make. It shouldn't be surprising then, that it would take a while for the plot elements and the characterizations to come together and gel.
What is most amazing is how the sub-consciousness works away at these things, when you don't even think you're thinking about the story, and then suddenly, you're sitting at the breakfast table, munching on a muffin and drinking a cup of coffee, and boom! the resolution to your problems is sitting in your brain!
I guess the moral of the story... writing is a wild and crazy ride and you just gotta go with the flow and do what is working for you at the time. It may not be what worked last time, and it may be, all that really matters is that it's working.