After a month off, my announcement that I would begin writing again did not happen without a little trepidation. I mean, I’d just taken a month off. And though I’ve only experienced burnout a couple of times in my life, this time was pretty bad.
Would I be able to just pick up my workload and start writing again?
Turns out… Yes.
Nobody was more surprised than me.
I started easy, tackling some rewrites to a play and then to my new book. I finished the play and finished two rewrites to the new book, indian paintbrush. Then, I gave the book to Vicky, who proofread it. (Vicky says this is one of my best books ever, so I’m hopeful.) Then, I went back and did another rewrite according to Vicky’s suggestion.
Today, I actually started some real writing. I had put down my political comedy, We’re All Broke(n), half finished. It’s unusual for me to be able to pick up anything once I’ve stopped writing it, momentum playing such a huge part in my writing. This time, though, I picked it up and write 3,000 words today alone. (That’s a quarter of a play.)
So, it looks like things are moving along again and back on track. The adventure continues.
Stay tuned…
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