I'm happier when I'm writing. I get antsy when I'm not. I have many things in my life I love and devote myself to, family, friends, church, my martial arts (without which I'd be in a padded room). But I need my writing. "Between books" is a state I work towards. I aim for it. Can't wait for it. Because it means I've finished my work in progress. My "baby" is fully grown and all I have to do is sit back and admire it. "Between books" is when I'm supposed to be reading. I love reading. But it's not writing. It usually takes me a few books to get out of my "editing" mode, so I can get into someone else's world, flow with their "voice", become a character not of my making. Five books later--maybe a week, considering "between books" is also when I cook, clean and do errands I put off until my work in progress is done--I tend to relax into my books and can enjoy myself.
Not this time. It's frustrating me. Maybe I'll read Linda Howard's "Prey". That will jump-start me out of this "not writing" funk. Tomorrow I'm going to begin a new book. I have to.
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