It’s tough getting started. Writing a novel is a long haul. Every day seeing the numbers grow. The plotting, rewriting and the development of characters and story line. The twist and turns along the way As you edit and rewrite.
Writing a novel is like moving house and living with a new family 24/7. Every waking moment you’re learning something new about the people you have surrounded yourself with, and after months or even years, as in my case, they are suddenly gone.
You wake up back in your old house, alone and unsure of what to do next. I guess most people know it as ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’. You have put so much thought and energy into one project in hard to begin again when you don’t know whether the first project has been a success or not.
I’ve been playing around with a few new shots stories but it’s hard to get back into the flow of creativity. I’m not sure at the moment whether to tackle a large project or to stay focused on shorter projects first. The one thing I know for sure is I still love writing.
I just need a little empty space in my mind before I’m ready to move in with new characters, new plot lines, and new settings for another long haul.
At the moment, I’m feeling a little lost and missing the company of James Ravencroft, my serial killer 😢 Oh hmm.