There was a time I could write anytime, anywhere. I could write while carrying on a conversation. I always delivered manuscripts well ahead of deadlines–which actually worked to my advantage once in a disagreement with my publisher.
Things have changed. These days, I find myself unable to finish anything I start. I’ve been working on An Army of Angels for over four years now and getting nowhere fast. Not only is the story not always with me, as my previous novels were, I have trouble concentrating on it when I’m actually writing–or trying to write. I have five projects currently in the works and only one appears to have any hope of reaching completion. (Okay, Chasing the Wind took ten years–but they were ten years of active writing….)
It’s frustrating…and discouraging. There’s a part of me that wonders if it might be time to hang it up, to retire. Collin is now at the beginning of his solo writing career. Maybe I should be content with what I’ve accomplished in the past twenty-four years and move into the role of mentor to my son. He’s still young and has (I hope) a long life and career ahead of him.
Or maybe I should switch to nonfiction. I love blogging, and it seems to come easily–most of the time, anyway. I recently read a post on Author Media that suggested turning a selection of blog posts into a book. Do I have enough nuggets here for a book? Don’t know. I’d have to think about that.
What does one do when he or she discovers they just don’t have what it takes anymore? If only I could get paid to blog….
On second thought, I’m not arguing with HIM….