Over the past six months, I’ve had looming deadlines (both publisher and self imposed) and I’ve felt a constant pressure to get things done. Some of that definitely worked to my advantage, forcing me to focus and work when otherwise I might have procrastinated far too long and things would have gone by the wayside. I’m very happy with the books I’ve written in that time (even if I’m still waiting to hear). But it was like a constant weight on my shoulders. My chest. An unrelenting pressure that colored every one of my thoughts and decisions.
That weight is gone.
I’m also so far ahead on some other things I do that I have no pressure there either.
On the one hand, that feels great! No constant worry and fretting about what I’m doing versus what I should be doing. About if I’m going to make deadline with all the other things that need to get done and have deadlines too. I’m all Maria on the Austrian hillside, running through the fields, arms outstretched and giddy.
However, there’s a downside too. I’m not as far along on new story as I wanted to be. And without the need to focus on just one thing, my lovely brain and muse are conspiring and running off in five other directions. Some of them might be completely fruitless too, so spending brain time thinking about then is a little bit wasteful. And yet, without the constant pressure to get certain things done, my brain is all over the place.
So yeah. I’m enjoying the freeing sensation, but I need to get it back on track. Because if I don’t, I won’t ever get another word written.
So that is what I shall do.
In the meantime, I have a new book out, and if you click here, you’ll find the blurb and all the buy links. And! Eli and Chase will be showing up this Friday for flash fic. So tune in here to see another scene with my new, and lovely, boys!