Getting started is the hard part. You see, that’s the very thing I’m not doing right this minute: getting started. While my debut novel is out on submission, I need to keep writing to keep the pipeline full so I won’t ever keep my (future) publisher waiting for something from me in the way of new material.
Ironically, once I get started, writing is about the only thing that keeps me sane while waiting to hear back from editors. Why do I hesitate? I’ve written about 12,000 words in my second novel, and I have only three consecutive chapters. (I like to jump around.) I need to go faster than that if I’m going to finish this by the holidays.
Enough of this. I have a new chapter to start. No more ice cream, no more sleep, and no more blog posting. I’ve got work to do.
No, really. I mean it. Right after this last bite of Moose Tracks.