I’ve starting the query process for that epic fantasy series I haven’t been able to stop working on since October 2017. I finished draft 5 of the first book last night. It’s exciting to think that this novel may be the one that boosts me into the traditionally published world, that it might be the one that triggers my career, it might be the the book that starts my dream job of writing full-time.
Or, most likely, it will be the next self-published title from me. After some professional edits, of course. But, it’s nice to dream!
However, because all my brain power and creative juice has been going into this novel for the past three months, suddenly not having anything to work on… it’s given me that empty feeling. (To be honest, I hit it a lot harder about a week ago – then I started on draft 5. I feel more confident about the novel now.)
I got up this morning, got my cup of coffee, did some thinking on a baby shower I’m helping plan, and then came into “the office” and sat – and then stared at the desktop background.
Well, I opened another story that I’ve been pushing around, closed it, and then checked my email, sent off the first half of the payment to my editor for Devil’s Blood 3 (hitting the self-published shelves March-April of this year! Whoo!) and now I’m here. Writing this blog post because my fingers need to type.
And then I paused and opened Devil’s Blood 4 – on the second draft. I could revise and straighten. Or I could play some Fallout 4 like I did last night until 2. There’s always something to clean and organize.
… I’ll play in Devil’s Blood 4 for a while. While waiting for the inevitable rejections from agents with the slightest bit of hope that maybe, somewhere there’s an agent reading my query going, “Hmm. This sounds good. I know the perfect editor for this!”
Probably not, but I can dream.