It’s been a busy several months.
Ahh, the writing life. Just when you think you’re done with that bright, shiny story, reality sets in. The beautiful, wonderful, perfect story you love has warts and bumps and missing parts.
So you set to work, diligently. Cutting. Tweaking. Expanding. Polishing. Epiphanies occur. But it doesn’t happen over night.
And then, of course, the other WIPs suddenly become easy to write, the plot bunnies pounce, tempting you with new shiny stories, so editing has to share time with writing, which has to share time with the EDJ, and family, and all the life-happens stuff that just will not conform to the once neatly-planned calendar, and the blog ideas get set aside for next week, and then next month, and then, before you know it, it’s November and . . . oops, time for Nanowrimo.
Where I am now. Editing one story and writing the shiny new. Sleep? What’s that?
Both are going well at the moment and I’m feeling positive at this point for doing the 50k this month.
What do you do when you’re torn between projects?