I’m in that deceptive in-between place. I’ve finished one project, ready for the editor. Another project is completed, waiting its turn, while the next one up is still on the shelf, waiting patiently to be taken out to be worked on. Deceptive, because there really is no in-between in a writer’s world. Projects or WIP’s, whatever you choose to call them, always overlap. There’s always something that needs attention, some sort of promotion going on, something that needs revising or tweaking. A writer’s brain never shuts down. If I’m not thinking of one story, another one is tapping incessantly trying to garner my attention.
I know that as soon as I finish this blog, I’ll be opening the manuscript for Blindsided. It’s been awhile since I was in that world, so I’ll have to reread what I have, immersing myself in my favorite place with old friends. I remember how excited I was when I started it, and I know it’ll come back to me. I’m savoring the moment of anticipation, at the same time dreading it. Part of me wants to drag it out because writing will bring me that much closer to the end of the series. I try not to think that far ahead. I hate saying good-bye.
So, for this little space of time, I’m going to enjoy my in-between. Another cup of coffee sounds good, too.
Until next week,