First, I want to thank those of you who have asked me about Summer Poppies.
It’s not done. 🙂
When my zip drive with the book (just over a third, just under half) as it stood disappeared, a part of my enjoyment in writing it disappeared as well. I’m terrified to start over, because I just can’t believe
a)that I didn’t have it backed up anywhere else, that was pretty dumb of me
b)that it will be as good as it was with a nearly complete re-write
c)I’m still in disbelief that my drive is truly gone forever and I keep hoping I’ll find it somewhere one of these days.
That coupled with a new sleeping/working schedule and I have not really made the time to sit down and write the way I used to. Not really. That’s my own doing as well, and it’s a shame, because I know that eventually Poppies is going to be a great finish to the series AND I have the new book I’m outlining to write and that one is going to be sooo good.
But there’s something else. Some of my passion for writing has waned. It’s probably because I’m not actually taking the time to do it a whole lot right now. Whenever I’m in the middle of actively working on a book, I love it more than anything and I literally can’t imagine ever NOT writing, but right now, I’m two parts jaded by the industry, ten parts jealous of a couple of other writers I know personally and eighty eight parts procrastinating for previously mentioned reasons. It’s a slightly frustrating place to be, writing wise. So much worse than being blocked, because in essence, I’m blocking myself.
So there you have it. The reason you have not seen any noise on Poppies lately. I’m my own worst critic and enemy.