Wild Things; or, Burnout Continued

It’s off! I’ve released the novel into the wild. A limited run only – this is just a test – but that doesn’t make my nerves any quieter.

I finished typing the damn thing last night. Typos abound – not the kind underlined in red squiggles, but the other kind, the annoying kind that I won’t find until I sit down to edit.

Typos or no, it’s off for a beta read.

Which leaves me staring at blank notebook pages, wondering where the hell I go from here.

It’s not that I don’t have umpteen million stories to choose from (I do), and it’s not like I don’t have a plan (made that weeks ago). But I’ve reached the state best described by French words like malaise or ennui.

This is what burnout looks like.

Ugh.

But I’ve planned for this. I am allowing myself to take whatever time I need. (If I repeat that often enough, I might even believe it.) And right now, I need that time. To refill the well. And to read.

Even before World Fantasy, I had plenty in my to-read pile. Now I’ve gone and added these!

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