I heard there’s a post-first-novel-release-funk.
Sure. Right. Whatever.
Like Bigfoot, I’m not sure such a thing exists.
But lately I have been watching an inordinate amount of The Office and going to a local cafe to outline my next 18 or so novels but mostly drinking chai, and also reading. Lots of reading. To the point where I keep getting headaches.
Not to mention all the chocolate covered fruit that’s found its way into my life. Thanks Mom!
I did write 5,000 words yesterday, and 3,000 the day before. But I could have done more, if these two pathetic faces hadn’t distracted me.
So I went for a few trail runs with them (they were shamelessly begging me) instead of writing the scenes that I outlined. I’ve never outlined before, for the record, but since I’m doing a series, I figured I should probably know what the @#$*!( is going on.
And a few weeks ago I painted myself a pretty little mug.
Interrogative: I’m not losing my mind, right?