Oh, the GREEN outside my window! The Winter Ogre who's inhabited my body for the last few months has finally melted away.
(Yeah, it's that bad. I should really live in the Caribbean or something.)
So I'm officially "between." In other words, I've finished my WIP, am waiting for my crits, and won't send it to Josh until I've fixed 'n polished it. Since I'm on submission with a different novel, I'm not going to sink a lot of time into the rest of the WIP's story arc (it's a planned trilogy), but I do want to at least know where I'm going.
Because, yanno, just because you're on submission doesn't mean you stop writing until the book sells. Gotta. Keep. Going.
So I'm in the nebulous, thinking-about-storyline stage. And it makes me feel scattered and unproductive.
I mean, I want WORDS. I want to COUNT THEM. I want to gloat at the end of the day.
Something like that.
So, let me ask you: What does your fuzzy, between-books, story-planning stage look like? Do you feel productive when you're NOT DOING MUCH MORE THAN SITTING AND STARING? Or walking and staring? Or showering and staring? Or whatever you do while you're staring?
(Then again, maybe I shouldn't assume that everyone does the Inane Stare thing along with me.)
I love knowing I'm in good company through all the stages of Life As Writer. So share your "betweens" with me. I'm all ears.