At Loose Ends

Let's get this out of the way. I've written before that I'm the world's most unreliable blogger. I write a flurry of blogs for weeks, even months at a time, then nothing. Okay, so, blah, blah, blah, and now we're moving on.

I just finished--as in Sunday afternoon--writing "Love's Aim." I read the last chapter and epilogue out loud yesterday afternoon, made minor changes, and now I'm just waiting to take them to crit group before handing the manuscript over to a handful of beta readers. So yes, I'm at loose ends.

That's not to say I'm not working on things. I'm still in the very slow process of editing and revising most of my previously published work. And I'm working on a Christmas story--some of you will have read it, but it's going to be included in a collection of novellas that will be published this fall. The writer spear-heading the compilation is none other than the multi-award winning Lena Nelson Dooley. There are other award winners in there, too. I'm pretty excited about it, and I think y'all will love it.

But you want to hear something crazy? Well, it's crazy to me, anyway. I'm considering writing something in a whole new genre. A really interesting magazine article was recently given to me with the instructions that it's time for me to step away from romance. When I finished pitching a fit worthy of a toddler told, "No more candy" and picked myself up off the floor, this individual told me the story needed to be written, and he thought I was the person to write it. So I'm still praying over it. I want to do it justice.

In the meantime ... I come home from work (yes, I got an actual office job), sit down in front of my tablet, fingers poised ... and nothing. I remember that I'm pretty much done with Finn and Josie's story. That's always kind of a bittersweet place. I mean, I've grown to care about these imaginary people in this fictional town, and then I feel as if I'm just moving away from old friends. Just packing up and leaving town, as it were.

So that's where I am in a nutshell. Between works, a little melancholy, a little uncertain about this other work--not because I don't want to do it, but because it's so very different from writing romance, which is pretty much second nature.

So what's happening in your world?