First off, even though I got my cast removed this past week, the surgery site hadn’t healed completely, so I couldn’t resume walking. Secondly, I finished my work in progress and submitted it to my publisher. Now I’m in the waiting game. What makes it more difficult is that I don’t know what to work on next. Do I start something new, or revise something else I wrote in earlier times? I don’t know.
It’s a bittersweet feeling when an author finishes writing a book. There’s elation to have the story completed, and there is anxiety that, once submitted, will it be accepted. And, lastly, where do I go from here?
I just spent five months of my life in the Old West, rewriting a romance I first penned in 2011, when I didn’t know a thing about writing except that I liked it. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to make it into a novel worth publishing. And now it’s finished.
While I wait to see if my publisher likes it, what do I do? I don’t have any romantic plots hammering in my head, begging to be written down. I miss the western characters that have been my imaginary friends since May, and don’t have any replacements. I’m lost.
That’s not to say I don’t have irons in the fire. I have a contemporary romance coming out in April, 2018. If the western is accepted, it might also debut next year, so I have 2018 covered, as far as publishing. However, what’s next?
For the past few years, I’ve gotten up and worked on whatever was my latest romance. I enjoy that morning burst of creativity. Unfortunately, now all I do is cruise social media, going down the internet rabbit hole, wasting lots of time that could be spent on plotting my next book, or editing a previously written one. I can’t seem to make a decision.
I’ve always had trouble transitioning after finishing a novel. It’s like losing my friends when I write those two words, The End. I mope about the house, reread what I wrote, and get a lot of cleaning done that was neglected during my writing phase. But I’ve always had a story simmering in the back of my mind, waiting for me to get over my sulkiness and write it. Not this time.
While writing this, I continue to thrash around ideas in my head. I still haven’t come to a conclusion. Writing a short Christmas story would surely satisfy my creative need, but what happens when edits for my next book come back to me? Likewise, if they don’t come back to me until January, I’ve just wasted a lot of good writing time. Decision, decisions.
Have you ever been in this position, a creative slump? It doesn’t have to be writing. It could be drawing, or painting, or pottery, or even, cooking. How did you jump start your creativity? I’d love to know.