I took a break. Did you notice? It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, for here or on my novel. Even my facebook posts have been in drips and drabs.
I wish there was some epiphany behind the breaks, or some desire to “get away from it all.” Maybe there were reasons of sorts, but they never formed into a spoken desire. It was more of a “not today” type of rejection.
Am I rested? Probably. Are my creative juices rejuvenated? More than likely. I guess there’s been a part of me wanting to wait until the writing bug grew too large to ignore; there’s some signs of that happening like dreams of being with my characters who’re all pissy at me. But it’s far too likely that my hesitancy comes from a sense that my second book’s all wrong.
It’s probably not. I just have to reread the 15 chapters I wrote to make sure I’m headed in a good direction. But I’ve been saying that I’m going to re-read them for two months now. Hopefully, I’ll be pleasantly surprised.