There’s a reason why I can’t have a holiday.
You might think it’s because of the COVID 19 virus, and, probably that’s a good reason, but I could just move into the motel down the road for a few days.
You know, a change is as good as a holiday!
But the real reason is right in front of me.
I’m sitting at my desk surrounded by any number of scraps of paper with more storylines, written excerpts, parts of stories, and a number of chapters of a work in progress.
Does this happen to anyone else?
The business of writing requires a talent to keep focused on the one project, and silence all the other screaming voices in your head, pouring out their side of the story.
But it’s not working.
I try to be determined in my efforts to edit my current completed novel, after letting it ‘rest’ in my head for a few months.
I planned to have so time off, but all of those prisoners in my head started clamoring for my attention. A story I started some time ago needs revising, another story I wrote last year of NANOWRIMO has come back to haunt me, and characters, well, they’re out in the waiting room, pacing up and down, ready to tell me their life stories.
Just as well I don’t have a day job, or nothing would get done.