On the lead up to the launch I was concentrating hard on blogging about my book, not that that’s a bad thing, but now the book is officially ‘out-there’, I am sat in the unladylike position of a resigned slump, a sigh escaping my mouth and a crooked half-smile playing about my lips as I sit on my chair and consider what I want to write about on here. How lovely the word ‘write’ is 🙂 It feels like I’m talking about a long-lost friend I’ve just found again.
At first, in the aftermath of the launch, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. My mum even asked me ‘what now?’ and I honestly couldn’t answer. I was wondering what to do in all my free moments. I was curious as to what would consume my mind now that The Widow’s Redeemer no longer laid claim to that activity. Of course, this is not to say I was sat in a darkened room thinking and doing nought, no, in fact, I was carrying on as per usual; having had a few weeks off blogging, being ill and recovering, writing essays and revising for uni exams, continuing my part-time job, watching TV, cruising FB and attempting to finish the murder mystery by Georgette Heyer that I’m reading.
I still can’t say who the killer is, what I can say however, is that I have genuinely missed blogging *said to a crescendo of ‘awww’*
When contemplating what next to do, I spoke to a few people and magically the answer came to me like a delightful smack in the face – write. Sometimes, if you’re like me, you do that thing where you forget what the point of something was – especially when you’re arguing about something petty with someone. With all the busyness recently, I sort of forgot that I hadn’t written anything new for about six months.
Shocking considering how much I love to write. Then again, I suppose I’ve been busy…still, this revelation got me to thinking. I always said that I’d keep writing whether or not I ever got into print but I never considered too seriously what I would do afterwards. With my uni work wound down and the Christmas holidays blazing along in full throttle, as well as all the lubbly jubbly fun of seeing family, eating great food and giving presents (I was rather proud of the ones I got for my husband), there is something else…free-time.
Oh, what sweet, sweet words. I just have to say them again, free-time!
I have just the thing to make it unfree-time. I have already printed off the manuscript for my next story and read it – it’s currently half the length it should be, riddled with spelling mistakes plot-holes and awful writing and it just gets me so excited even typing about it. Although it’s a total mess, from reading it I can remember why I wrote it and hopefully see what it could be with a serious amount of work. I know authors complain about revisions and editing, and it is ANNOYING sometimes, but it’s also such fun (as Miranda’s mother would say) seeing the transformation of a 2D novel into a 3D world, at least, because my writing’s so bad on the first draft, that’s the transformation my stories usually make (hopefully).
So, goodbye concentration on uni work and hello writing, how I have missed you and how I desire to re-acquaint myself and spend inordinate amounts of time with you 😉