My writing for the past six months has been pretty concentrated. I’ve been writing to deadlines, and even though I wasn’t writing every day, or even every week, there was this constant pressure of what needed to get done. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, because I’ve produced a lot, and stuff I love, so it definitely worked. But now that I’ve gotten over that last hurdle of finishing Ghostwalker (and submitting it for consideration), I feel like I can breathe. And not just that shallow breathing you do to stay alive, but the deep, lung expanding breaths that give life.
It feels pretty good.
But now I have to decide what’s next.
What I know for certain is I will be taking it easy for a bit. How long? I’m not sure. A couple of weeks at least. Just to relax and let the ideas spark and play in my brain pan without any worry or pressure. I have a couple of ideas that I want to write. But I have some decisions to make and I’m waiting to hear on a couple things as well.
I feel like things are sort of up in the air at the moment. And, for once, I’m pretty okay with that. Just waiting to see how things shake out, and what idea grows the strongest legs. I am fairly certain I’m going to go with a contemporary next, because as much as I love writing paranormal, building a whole new world is a little daunting at the moment. I’m also about 87% certain it will be in first person (my first and true love), though depending on which story I go with, I might try my hand at alternating first. One story is particularly well suited to that POV.
At any rate, a little relaxing. Reading and yarning and thinking. And then diving into a new story, and new boys falling in love.