Three down: One under the bed, one in query-mode, one in final revisions. I'm pleased with my work. But what's next?
Lately I've been kind of antsy. And until a few days ago, I hadn't been able to figure out why. I haven't been writing anything new. I have a couple of ideas roaming around in my head plus a few things I started writing and put aside. But nothing has jumped out at me as the one. I've been considering a novel set in Highgate Hill Cemetery in Hampstead Heath outside of London. George Eliot's buried there. And so is Karl Marx. They ought to make for an interesting set of ghosts, right? However, if I attempt another novel in a cemetery my family and friends might start wondering about me. Then again, I think they already do.
2 comments:
Yeah, we already do.
Elizabeth
p.s. Okay, really--I like the ghostie stuff. (Mom in Jimmy Choo should maybe do a cameo appearance?) And it's an excellent excuse for a research trip, obviously. And most of all, what you feel you need to write is what you need to write. (Just make sure you get the correct POV, ha ha ha.)
Yes, it's time to write something new. Nothing to help you break out of a funk. Hey, at least you posted on your blog. That's a start!
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