when you just can’t find your way back to those things that you love?
Having finished my novel Whose Story? and after having placed it into the hands of beta readers, sent it to agents/publishers and now having placed it online at Swoon Reads, I find myself simply without.
And I feel without is the perfect summation of where I currently reside.
- with the absence, omission, or avoidance of; not with; with no or none of; lacking
- free from; excluding
- not accompanied by
- at, on, or to the outside of; outside of
- beyond the compass, limits, range, or scope of (now used chiefly in opposition to within)
Thank you dictionary.com for this perfect definition of how I currently feel.
I am aware of more story ideas flying around my brain like those flying monkeys who are associated with a green-skinned lady/witch (thoughts on who she “is” depending on whether or not you’ve read Wicked or The Wizard of Oz). They fly around in my brain, screeching at me and never coming close enough for me to grasp. I feel like they are taunting me.
So I pose this question to anyone who is reading this be you writer/reader/human/fictional/free or confined, tell me what you do to find your way back to the things you love?
As always literary lovelies, I hope this missive finds you well and I look forward to any advice, words or wisdom, or even just a hello in the comments below! (I didn’t even mean for that last one to rhyme!)
Postscript: I am enjoying my current read Someone to Love by Mary Balogh, if you are a fan of romantic fiction DO look her up!