I’ve always loved the quote for today’s post. I feel Capote captures exactly what finishing a book feels like.
With deference to Mr. Capote, I finished a novel on Monday.
It is the eighth novel I’ve written and after every one I don’t know what to write.
I go through a period of reading a lot with few words on the page. It happens every time.
I try to write short stories but get stuck or they blow up into something bigger.
When this happened with the last book I worked on what I felt my weaknesses are. I’m unsure of what they are right now and that’s making this transition difficult.
I have editing to do, other things to do but when I’m not writing I feel like I’m failing my family and the trust they’ve put in me.
This trust is because part of the reason we left Las Vegas was to give me time to write, which I’ve done.
In the four years since we moved I’ve written six books.
That’s two books a year.
I’ll start querying one book next week and I’m going through another with my writing group. I’ll be querying that one the end of the year.
There are alternative plans for this books as I wrote a month ago.
Either way, I will work through what I’m dealing with and write.