I'm in between projects right now. I just finished my fourth novel and now I'm trying to decide which novel to write next. A lot of that depends on the kind of response I receive to the fourth one.
So, I've had to develop some patience. But it hasn't been easy.
Because I can't focus on the next novel just yet, I feel listless. I've been reading - I just finished Daniel Silva's latest thriller, Portrait of a Spy - meandering around the house a lot, writing down notes and ideas, watching a lot of classic movies, spending time with my hubby and my daughter, and generally being a slug.
A week of this is fine. I'm going on two weeks, though, and I must say, I'm tired of it. I need a writing goal to work toward, to motivate me, and since I don't have it yet, it's affecting the rest of my life.
You see, to me, writing is life. That is who I am. Yes, I'm also a mother and a wife and a lot of other things. But writing is my essence. It drives me. If I'm not working on the next project, I'm not a very happy gal.
I'm trying to enjoy this time off. Really, I am. But enough is enough.
It's time to get to work! Only...which project? Ah. This is the question with no answer. So until I do have an answer, I must be patient.
Patience is a virtue.
I just wish it wasn't such a hard virtue to attain.
NIGHTJAR AKA THE GOATSUCKER, by Jane Borodale
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