Thursday, December 10, 2009
After a serious creative burn for the past fifteen months, churning out two novels and most of a third, I don't know quite what to do with myself as I wait for contracts to sign and a revision letter bound to send me screaming down the middle of South College Street at midnight.
I'm anxious to dive into revisions on Royal Street after being away from it now for almost six months, but why start changing things until I know what the publisher wants?
Same problem with River Road, which won't reach publisher's revision stage till next summer.
Which leaves book No. Three, Stockholm, which is such a different beast it takes a whole different mindset to work on it. And a book proposal for Elysian Fields, which isn't due till May and makes my head hurt to think about.
Wait. I've got it. I could actually SLEEP for more than five or six hours. It's a novel concept. (Pun intended.)