It's always weird to be in that middle place, in between things. I feel that a lot right now. I am finally querying for my book that I've been working on off and on for the last 3 1/2 years. Exciting stuff happening, but nothing I need to actually work on on a day to day level. I’m also playing around with a new idea for a book. It is completely different from my last manuscript: no fantasy, no teenagers, okay, so it is set in Europe, but still. The idea is pretty strongly formed, but the storyline and characters still aren’t completely solid in my head, so I’m still in the thinking stage. And the idea of actually writing something new – from scratch – is a little weird (and very exciting) since I’ve been trapped in the revising stage of my last manuscript for forever!
As I mom, I pretty much only get nap time to myself. This tiny hour and a half window to cram in all the writing I’ve been thinking about since the day before, and the time has never felt long enough. But now that I’m a bit listless, it feels like it stretches on forever. I’ve caught up on my reading, have wasted plenty of time on the internet and am not quite ready to hunker down and write yet. Guess I should get a new hobby, or finish up my bedroom remodeling that I pushed to the side to get my book done, or clean my kitchen.
Or maybe I’ll just keep lying around reading blogs.
