How was everyone’s day? Good, I hope. Mine was, well, let’s say pretty good. I had a huge post yesterday, and it was a good thing I got it out early because in the afternoon it had to compete with the Internet shutting down over escaped llamas and bad dresses that may have been black and blue or gold and white–a question so burning for some that in one group I’m in on Facebook someone actually flounced because they were told they were wrong about the color.
Me? Well, I gave my opinion on one (the dress), and we told many times about the other (the llamas), and continued working on something else. And I made a lot of progress given that I was being told about the most earth-shattering events of the day–while at the same time my mind was on my own dilemmas as well.
Of late I’ve been thinking about a . . . let’s call it “next novel”. And I think you know what novel I’m talking about, because people have actually asked me when I’m starting on that book. I was even considering writing a scene from it, because it’s been calling to me a little, and I wanted to do something for that calling–
At the same time, though, I’ll admit: I’m tired. I told a friend last night that when you put almost sixteen months of your life into any project, you get tired of said project after a while. It happens to the best of writers, and I imagine there are days when George R. R. Martin just wants to turn loose the Dragons of Westeros and torch the whole damn thing to the ground because he’s been working on the same stories for twenty years.
There is a real hesitation to get into the project again, to start on a second novel, because I may not have the energy needed to get into plotting everything out and start writing. The good thing is I don’t need to make up any new characters, because save for a few people, they’re all there. The bad news is I have no idea how long this sucker will turn out, and it scares me to think it could be huge. The logical portion of my brain says that won’t be the case, but I won’t know–not until I plot it out.
While I was editing, however, I was contacted by other friends and asked if I wanted to get involved in another writing project. And this sort of got me thinking, because it would be part of a collaborative effort, and that would mean I don’t have to do everything. Also, it’s a change of pace, one that doesn’t involve throwing your body and soul into and coming out the other end of the wringer beat to hell and gone.
I’m looking forward to this, because it’s a change-up that I can use. I’ll get back to Annie and Kerry when I’m ready–
After all, I’ll do their story more justice if I’m not exhausted all the time.