I know the stupor exists, because I’m officially in it. After months on a steady, productive, creative burn, I find myself staring at my laptop and wondering what to do. A sheen of exhaustion has settled over me, yet I’m restless, needing a deadline or a project, afraid that if I let myself ease into inactivity I’ll never take up the mantle again.
First book shepherded through to production? Check.
Proposal for new series completed and submitted to agent? Check.
Biggest revisions on work-in-progress completed? Check.
–Not that there’s nothing to do, mind you:
–I have some contest entries to judge for Georgia Romance Writers.
–I have to work on that political minefield known as the acknowledgment page for the book in production.
–I need to get the first three chapters written on the third book in my New Orleans series and finish proposals for that and a fourth book.
–I have a book review due to Night Owl Reviews .
–I have notes printed out from the online workshops I signed up for in May and June and never had time to read.
–I need to do some pre-emptive revisions on the second New Orleans book before the revision letter from my editor at Tor comes in the next couple of weeks.
Meh. Can’t seem to stir up the energy for it.
How much down-time do you take between projects? Why do I feel guilty turning off the laptop and watching all my DVR’d episodes of “Ice Road Truckers?”