I've been writing almost non-stop for the last year. I've taken breaks for family, cooking dinner, karate, walking, running, illness, holiday and sleep, but mostly I've been writing. I just finished my last WIP, edits mostly done, a few I's to dot, T's to cross, but mostly done. I'm exhausted.
I've had a growth spurt of sorts with my craft, and I need to process, recharge. The most surprising aspect to this experience is the lack of driving need to empty my mind onto the page. My relentless pursuit of the written word has defined me for so long, I'm a bit bereft that it's gone into hiding for the nonce, though I don't miss that uncomfortable between books feeling.
Does writing a book proposal count as writing?
Repped by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.