I’m stuck. Those two words apply to many aspects of my life right now, but for the purposes of this blog, I’m referring to writing. I just completed book one in my new novella series, which I hope to have out and available in the not-too-distant future. It just went to an editor, so it may be a couple of more months.
In the meantime, I’m anxious to begin work on book two. I have a general idea of what I want it to be about, I’ve listed some plot points, and I’ve written a couple of scenes. But something’s missing. That big “Yeah, baby!” that I felt when I started writing book one is missing. What I mean to say is, I feel like I don’t have a grasp on book two. I don’t know what I want it to be.
I hate that feeling. It makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me feel lost. And worst of all, it makes me feel like I’ll never get my mojo back. Deep down inside, I know that’s not true. I’ll get it eventually. But it’s like being sick with a long, but temporary, illness: you feel like you’re never going to get back your full strength ever again, even though logic says you will.
Logic doesn’t always have the upper hand in our lives, though, does it? Sometimes life defies logic, and sometimes we ignore logic. It all comes down to fear. In this case, the fear is that I’ll never figure this thing out and never get it written. I’m fighting several fears in my life right now, and like I’m doing with the others, I’m trying to use logic and rationality: there’s no reason to believe that it won’t all be okay in the end.
So, I’ll just take this opportunity to introduce you (a tiny bit) to my new novella series. The main character is a chef. Not the same one as in Add Spice to Taste. This chef, named Delphine Bouchard, is very different from Jo Rossini. She has a different background and a completely different history. She is a rock star chef with a wildly successful restaurant and, unlike Jo, she has absolutely no self-confidence issues when it comes to the ladies. She’s hot and she knows she’s hot.
There’s a twist to this character, too. And I hope that this twist makes her appealing to different readers. That’s about all I can say at this time. I can’t even tell you the title because it’s still tentative. I’m wondering if my tentativeness has to do with my fear that I won’t get book two written, or any others after that. What if I promise something that I can’t deliver?
But I will.
P.S. As of yesterday, The Penheads’ anthology, Hunger: Stories of Desire, Discovery, and Dissatisfaction, is published and available on Amazon. It’s a proud moment for the five members of the group, me included. 🙂