I have wrote two and a half books in three months. You could call me obsessed-- though dedicated sounds a lot better. You could even call me mad. I'd still be hovering over my laptop still in my own world while I pretend to listen to you. If you're lucky you'd get a nod.
I've been stretching myself a little thin. I'm working on three different books right now and something has to give. I think I'm writing myself into a rut. Is this what I'll be doing a year from now? I have two first drafts sitting in my hard drive (and really slowing down my poor Mac.) Should I start revisions or finish the rest of the series first? That is the question that haunts me. I want to be published. Maybe I should get a book ready to send to an agent perhaps?
Hmmm, but that would mean dropping out of NaNoWriMo. I don't feel my heart as much with this book. Maybe I should polish up Moonfire-- my favorite.
I'm so torn.
I think I'll let NaNoWriMo rest this year, the idea will still be there when I finish my beloved Silvermoon Series.
Moonfire... in print. I think I just had an epiphany...
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