It’s like I’m on vacation! I can do nothing else on my novel until the literary agent gets back to me, which could be next week or next year (ha, ha, right? 2018 is just around the corner, right ? š )
Oh, of course, I could start on my next novel; I have a bunch of ideas and even the beginning of a blueprint plan, butĀ thisĀ one,Ā Amaranth, is on hold, which means for the first time in the five, six, seven years I’ve been working on this writing gig, I haveĀ guilt-free free time! No more fretting about not writing when I should be writing, or revising when I should be revising. I can go to bed early if I want and I can sleep in if I want. The freedom! The flexibility! It’s almost enough to make me stop while I’m ahead, to see out this novel and do nothing more.
Almost.
Because here’s my friggin’ problem: Evangeline. Remember her? My angel character? She just damn well won’t get out of my head. Keeps whispering to me about her “struggle” and her “quest” as if I’m supposed to do something about it.
So then I wonder if maybe I should?
Maybe I should find out more about her backstory and her internal desire and her misbeliefs and her plans.
Maybe I should write another book.
Damn.
Just as I was starting to enjoy the sensation of a full night’s sleep…
