Sometimes, this writing malarky is difficult. A slog. It’s work. Right bloomin’ NOW, for example.
Those of you who caught my email last week will know I’m hard at work on a new book, for a brand new line of Uncanny Thrillers. Well, it’s taking me a-a-a-a-a-ges to get through it. I feel like I’m a good month behind where I should be at this point, which is, well, NOT GOOD. It makes me question what I’m doing, makes me consider kicking the book into a ditch and starting on a new story.
So what do you do when you hit that wall? You take a few steps back, and let yourself off the hook. Remind yourself that this happens from time to time. Remind yourself that over the last two years you’ve written over a dozen books and perhaps this is just the natural result of that. Your brain is forcing you to take a minute before getting back into it properly.
So that’s where I’m at right now. Recognising I’ve felt stuck in the mud the last couple of months, but reminding myself of just how much work, how much writing, I’ve been responsible for over the last two years, and giving myself a break.
Having realised that, I now feel, at last, ready and excited to get back to what I do best: telling weird, creepy-ass stories. It’s time to put my foot on the gas again.