Here’s an update of my life (or lack thereof)…
What I’ve recently read:
If I keep this up I’ll average about a book a week. But, of course, I can’t keep it up. When I’m in the midst of a book, I’m not tired at all. No, the weariness comes upon me after I’ve finished. It makes me not want to pick up another book for a couple days. Of course, before that happens the desire to read another overwhelms me and I’ve picked up another.
How many books do I have waiting for me from the library? A handful. How many do I have waiting at home? Goodness. Do I have to answer that?
What I’ve recently written:
Goodness. Do I have to answer that as well? I’m in a quandary. NT is out amongst the agents so that’s being taken care of, but I’ve reached a point where I pose the question that is, I’m sure, in every writer’s mind: Why bother finishing the sequel if the original hasn’t been snatched up?
Why indeed? I have yet to meet or hear of a writer who doesn’t feel this way at least once (more likely it’s many times) and it’s not the first time I’ve felt it. I know I’ll get over it and I know I should endeavor to write through it. But I’m not. I’m doing the ostrich manuever except instead of sticking my head in the ground, I’m sticking it in book after book.
At least I’m getting a lot read, right?