Hiatus – is a word that seems to cover my writing output at the moment. It isn’t that old favourite writers’ block. I have several short stories to write and two novels pretty much ready to roll with follow-ons for both to complete.
But… the muse has gone, if not awol then on a work to rule at very least.
To be fair some of the delays are beyond my control. My crime novel that is with editors as I type and I can do nothing with that beyond sit on my hands and wait for the report. Yes I could write book 2 – but until the plot lines for bk 1 are imortalised in ink bk 2 can’t get under way.
Ditto on an urban fantasy series.
There is an episodic pulp novel almost completed and at least two Holmesian short stories required.
I have plenty to do!
Why is everything marking time? Well… a/ the other half is awaiting surgery and having cleared the decks for those few months it is hard to get the impetus for anything before hand. And b/ we are hoping to move house this year.
So I sit staring at the screen wondering what to write and dossing about on Facebook far more than I should. Come October things will sort themselves out, but meanwhile I shall just enjoy a hiatus in the summer sun!