This time last week I was all ‘KAPOW! ACTION!’ – I’d just emerged from a huge editing process, had submitted three manuscripts for appraisal and was feeling pretty pleased with myself.
In contrast, this week, I’m not sure I’ve written anything at all! No that’s not true, I’ve written some blog posts, including February’s ‘What I’m Writing’ round-up, but I’ve definitely had a bit of a writing slump. It’s probably not a bad thing though – I’m not sure it’s even possible to finish (for the time being) a big project and leap immediately into the next one. There has to be some time to breathe, right?
But it’s been a week. I’ve had my peaceful, post-submission phase and should probably get going with something else now. But what? A big chunk of my brain is just waiting to hear back about my manuscripts. Until I get feedback I don’t know how much more work I’m going to need to do to them and how close I am to being able to submit them to agents/publishers. It feels like the wrong time to fling myself into a new project when in a few weeks I’ll need to throw myself back into the old one.
Do I return to my novel? It’s been so many months, I think I’ll need to read through it in its entirety before I can get going again though. And it’s an emotional, psychological mystery/thriller and, as such, a big leap away from the world of picture books that my brain has been inhabiting. If I’m honest, the novel isn’t calling to me now.
What is calling me is my other novel – the one I’ve barely begun (I’ve only written 7000 words) but which has been flapping around my brain like a trapped insect for years. It’s a kids book. Very different from a picture book but at least it has the elements of magic and adventure that I’ve been working with recently. It makes a bit more sense for me to go back to that doesn’t it?
But then again, if I’m going to end up refocussing on picture books in a few weeks perhaps I should avoid big projects altogether and just focus on my blog while I’ve got the chance. I could do a bit of SEO (which I’m currently rubbish at), that sort of thing?
I don’t know. I’m undecided. Maybe I’ll just pitch camp here on the beach for a bit and wait for the next wave of inspiration to take me.