Today dawned dry and bright. We have sunshine, well sort of, too many clouds up there for any great warmth, which kind of reflects where I am at. Not exactly a crossroads, but a definite milestone. Or it would be, if I can pull myself together and finish the first draft of book three. I’m almost there, only another 10.000 words, but knowing this could well be the end of the series, it has to be good.
This worrying has crept in over the last few days, as certain elements of book two have started haunting me. The ending on that one was weird, and now I think about it, not great either. So, a major rewrite might be on the cards. I have been looking at the covers too. Why are we never happy with our covers?
But I digress. Someone stop me please. Finish this draft I must, and let the editing have its way.
I think I know what my problem is. Far too many irons in the fire, so to speak. Or the wrong irons, or maybe I am losing the plot. Probably all of the above. I have been so tired lately, with no reason for it that I can see. Housework has ceased, and the garden is a mess. Non writing jobs are piled up and haunt me every time I walk into the room. All my careful planning and scheduling has failed to streamline my working day, and its driving me mad.
I should take a break. I always go for a long walk when things get away from me, but for some reason (book three?) I just can’t do it.
In my defence, I have been prescribed another course of antibiotics for a kidney infection, as the first lot didn’t work. I am also approaching the six month check-up at the cancer clinic, and I have mixed feelings about that. I think it will take another scan to convince me I am clear, for the messages from my body tell a different story.
But all of that is not important. The third book of a series I never thought I could write needs me to buckle up and get cracking.
So I will, after all, I have danced in the rain. Thanks for listening!
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