This wasn't the most productive writing week I've ever had. I timidly poked at a new-ish idea instead of pushing forward in my WIP because my manuscript has me feeling a bit like this.
Here's the deal: I complete things. Take reading, as an example. I still sometimes have to remind myself it's okay to set aside books that don't grab me. Life is short, and there are countless great books out there. Why waste time reading the ones I don't really want to finish?
Along the same lines, I complete the manuscripts I believe in and love. You know how it is, that need to get a story out of your dreams and on to paper (or screen). Then comes the revising, when that fire inside keeps you working on a manuscript until it's just right. It's a passion that grips a writer by the heart and the brain.
Lately, however, this one particular manuscript has me less than fired up--even though I still love it. Maybe it's now a we-should-just-be-friends love rather than an I-want-to-devote-all-my-writing-time-to-you love. Or maybe this manuscript and I are meant to be, and I just need some space, and to consider all my options.
Whatever. I don't know.
What I do know is this (and it may seem like a topic leap, but hang in there with me): There is one advantage to not being under contract. Seriously. There are oodles of disadvantages, and it will be huge when I get my first contract. H-U-U-U-G-E. In my mind, the Earth itself will spin smoother, the flowers will bloom bloomier, and everything will be like this.
What is the one advantage? I can write what I want. I'm allowed to play and truly experiment without limits. I've had two authors encourage me to embrace this time because of that reason. An optimist, I'm trying to do just that while keeping a structured writing life with self-imposed deadlines, rewards, and all the rest. Taking joy has always led me to the work that makes me the proudest.
So! This week while I write, I'll pull out whichever project speaks to my heart.