Over the last few days of festive overload, I’ve been looking forward to today. A new year, a new start, a new writing project. The trouble is I don’t know what I want that project to be. A new novel? Short stories? Something I haven’t tried before?
Last year I had no such doubts. The way ahead was clearly signposted. A quote from my blog January 2015:
I’ve finished the first draft of my novel. The story is at an end. But I’ve also started rereading, the beginning of that exciting period of rereading, redrafting, cutting, expanding. It’s the beginning of the novel’s journey out into the world. At the moment, I’ve got no idea how that will happen. But in some way or another, it will. I’m standing on the cusp – an end and a beginning. Scary but stimulating.
This year the hard work of rewriting and editing is done. The Broken Road is published and launched. I should be promoting it, but that’s another story.
Whatever I choose will be something new. That takes energy, optimism, ideas – things in short supply at the moment. Do I even want to carry on writing? A novel is so demanding. Every new short story demands the germ of a really interesting idea. Help! I don’t know!Tags: aims