I sat down today, and I had absolutely nothing to say on this blog. The first thing I thought was What if I've said all I've have to say? and then What if I've written all the ideas I have? What if I have no more ideas?
So I found a picture. The Virgin Reading, by Vittore Carpaccio.
I probably have nothing to say because I just finished doing my taxes. Isn't that awesome? My brain's fried. But this year:
- I spent 25% of writing income on books.
- DH and I only argued twice. (About the only time we argue.)
- I didn't CRY!
Can you tell I'm frazzled? I forgot the point of the above.
Right, I remember: there's always more ideas. There's always more to say.
Everyone has to take their own path, but I know of someone who has finished a novel. She hasn't written anything since then (at least two years ago), and has been shopping it around for two years. It's getting nibbles, and I have no doubt she will publish it.
The thing is, she won't work on her second book. Is she afraid she doesn't have another book in her? I know I was afraid of the same thing after my first story. I was afraid that I had written all I had. It's a valid fear.
If possible, it'd be great to confront that fear before launching a career. And who wants to face that fear of the second novel with rusty skills?
(Don't worry. It's no one here, no one anyone knows, and no one who knows me, LOL. But I don't think she's alone.)
How frazzled am I? I'm going to jump back to the second topic.
I'm done with taxes!! Filed and everything!!! I don't have to do them for a whole 'nother year!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!