A Fresh Start
I find, like nature, my writing tends to go in seasons too. I usually start a new book with clockwork timing - January, May and September. This year, like the seasons, I am also a bit out of sync for several reasons. Having put my last book to one side, and jettisoned my recent partial for the foreseeable future, I've taken a few weeks off to consider two very important questions: 1) Do I want to go on writing, and 2) If so, what do I want to write? These aren't unfamiliar questions, of course, to anyone who's tried or is still trying to make it as a writer. And, if the answer to the first question is 'yes', then there is always hope of publication one day. But that then leaves the tricky answer to the second question.
I toyed with several options - revisiting a book I began ten years ago, reworking a recent but unsuccessful submission, or starting something completely fresh. And, in pondering these options and deciding a new story was the way to go, I discovered that inspiration doesn't necessarily follow. Sometimes - a lot of the time, actually - you just have to stare at the page until the words come. Or in my case, jot down reams of ideas until one of them takes root and begins to germinate. Whether it will blossom into something as fragrant as the flowers on my balcony, however, remains to be seen!