I just needed to lament. My second novel, and first published this fall, was intended to be the first in a four part series. I started my journey with this novel in 2008 and it was such an incredible experience. The characters were so alive and I had such ambition. Then...I signed with Publish America...I fought hard to get my rights back and in January 2010 that wish was granted. I rewrote the novel, retitled, submitted and it was picked up. I have since gone through intense content edits, copyedits, and I am now proofing my final galleys.
It is now I have realized, I could care less about any of it. I have no ambition to write the next volume nor even dive into the world of the characters who no longer speak to me. Is this horrible?
I know my circumstances getting this novel to publication have been strenuous and horrendous but its like the characters have died.
Now I have new characters speaking to me and I am embarking on a new adventure yet I feel guilty about it. Should I?
It is now I have realized, I could care less about any of it. I have no ambition to write the next volume nor even dive into the world of the characters who no longer speak to me. Is this horrible?
I know my circumstances getting this novel to publication have been strenuous and horrendous but its like the characters have died.
Now I have new characters speaking to me and I am embarking on a new adventure yet I feel guilty about it. Should I?
