Professional writers amaze me, especially the more of them I know. They have the power to completely immerse themself in a story–live it, sleep it and breathe it. One day, they finish. They shed a tear and whoop in happiness. They, along with their wonderful beta readers, groom it and fuss over it a bit…and then?
The author releases it into the hands of that trusted nanny–their editor–and says, “Okay. What’s next?”
I’m currently in the grooming and fussing stage of my Berkley Heat book, Release, which comes out in February of 2010. (General fact, but also my lame explanation for why I’ve been so negligent on my blog.) But despite my post-completion bliss, I’m already thinking about starting a proposal first chapter of Making Time, a follow-up to my erotic time-travel Daring Time. It seems a little strange, upon reflection, that I could have been so utterly immersed in one project for months, only to start creating something entirely new and different in my mind within a week of finishing a draft.
But that’s the world of a writer, I guess. The creative appetites can be voracious.