So I have finally made my peace with the inevitable and am moving on. We had a wonderful time full of hope and expectation but I have to face up to the fact that it might be over. There are different people for me to get to know, new fun to be had and whilst I enjoyed our time together I need to be free of you. It’s not you it’s me.
Yes I am starting the draft of my next book and shutting the Thicker Than Water folder on my laptop. I will still punt it out to agents when I have some time, but however difficult it is I need to focus on the next big thing which is of course another book. I have already fiddled around with some notes, drafted a (far too long) synopsis, written some sketchy character biographies but it isn’t going to transmogrify into a potential bestseller unless I give it a bit of affection and stop spending time with my old love.
Now I adore those characters from Thicker Than Water I really do and in my head they are still living their lives but I find I turn to them with a big sigh now. When I first got to know them they offered me possibilities and potential. This was the one that was going to open the door for me into the wonderful world of published authorship, parties, champagne and all the rest of the bells and whistles. That didn’t happen (or hasn’t happened yet – see I really am finding it difficult to let go)
But writing Thicker Than Water was easy. I wasn’t working. I handed in my notice and headed into the summer house with the laptop under my arm inspired and eager. I dropped the girls off at school then scurried out there for the next six hours and wrote and wrote and wrote. So easy.
Now however, not so easy. When the six figure publishing deal didn’t materialise within a month or two I had to go back to work and since then have been editing and honing, submitting and entering competitions. I have been relentless but after a year of that I need to accept a truth that it might not happen. I have taken a pay cut so I can have one day off a fortnight which is my writing day. But at the moment that day has been spent (mostly) crafting submissions for Thicker Than Water. It has left me very little time to focus on anything else.
But in the back of my mind a nugget of a new book has been growing. It is unstoppable. Even if I didn’t want to write it I would have to. Like a lump of proving dough, it has developed and grown despite me and is shouting out to be kneaded and moulded into something amazing. And even if I can’t make it amazing, it is mine to shape and deliver the best I can.
I can feel that frisson of hope and excitement in my bones. I can imagine myself talking about this book, the characters, where I got the idea and the inspiration, how I managed to rattle off a best seller whilst working full time (just read the posts here folks). I am champing to get on with it so I must. I shall heed the calling and do what I have to do and get that book written.
Who knows what might happen?