But even when I know I have several versions to get through before I’m really, really finished, getting to those two words is a beautiful thing.
By the time I’m working on those final reads, I’m jotting notes about what I’m going to write next. Usually. Sometimes those notes are disjointed and random, sometimes they are cohesive and sequential. And sometimes they are just garbage. Twice in my career I’ve found myself with a finished novel I’m rejoicing over and a dry well of creativity I’m bemoaning. It’s a scary thing to be a writer who’s out of ideas.
It’s not that I don’t have ideas….it’s that I’m tired of what I’m writing and I need a change. Several years ago I read an article in RWR about reinventing yourself and it made a huge impact on me and guided me from writing as Erin Grady into writing as Erin Quinn. As I await the final edits on the last book in my Mists of Ireland series—the only series I’ve written—I’m finding myself dissatisfied with the false starts I’m making on my new book and asking myself why? Is it time to look at reinventing myself again or is this the point in a writing career when the tough work through the indecision and the weak fold up their laptop and take it home? Is the feeling of not knowing what’s next a symptom of burnout or is it natural to feel unsure after having been committed to one story line for so long?
What do YOU do when you find yourself faced with the blank page and a lack of enthusiasm to fill it? Inquiring minds want to know….