Some writers (like the book-a-month man James Reasoner) can finish a book and, the very next day, start writing another one. I need a week or two to decompress…but I always feel guilty about it. Apparently, I’m not the only one. It seems even first-time novelists are afflicted with this sickness. HelenKay Dimon sold her first novel to Kensington last month and now…
It’s been more than 3 weeks – okay, it’s been 4 weeks…whatever motivation kept me writing almost daily through rejections and
while I learned some sense of craft disappeared in a giant poof of
nothing the first week of May.
So, it’s time to start over. Time for new goals. Time to … concentrate on writing and, you know, all those things
that helped to get me published in the first place. One might call
this the quest to find my lost motivation. I call it what must happen
starting this evening. It’s time. It’s past time. Next project…..
I feel for her, I really do. She’s being so hard on herself…and for what? Taking a short writing vacation.
It’s okay to take a little time off from writing, to bask in the glow of the finished project, to relax and regain your creative strength before embarking on the next book. At least that’s what I always tell myself while, at the same time, feeling like a lazy ass bum for not writing.