After finishing my first book, I decided to start a new ritual: burning the old drafts. Not quite as cathartic as slapping a finished stamp on it and uploading it to the kindle store, and seeing hundreds of hours of work going up in flames did leave me feeling somewhat bittersweet, but in the end it was a nice way of mentally declaring myself finished.
Now I have some experience of what to expect, I outlined my plans for this next book and figured out how long it would take to finish each draft. It’ll be a struggle to finish before the end of the year, especially if I plan to take a month’s break halfway through while I toss it to my alpha readers. I know a lot of authors who recommend a break of 3 to 6 months to gain some perspective, and I think it’s something worth trying this time around. I’ll just take a month though, and use that time to write first draft of the third and final book in the series.
I expected to hop straight back in to writing last week, but turns out my brain wasn’t having any of it and wanted to decompress some more before starting work again. So after a few days of trying to force it and getting nowhere, I gave in and decided to enjoy a few days off to sort out the garden/jungle/nature reserve. While trimming the world’s spikiest bush, I realised something between the bouts of cursing. Two of my main interests include writing and gardening. Now I just need the slippers and pipe, and I’ll complete the slide in to ‘old man.’
In other news, physical book sales are on the rise. Great news. Except for maybe the people just now trying to break in to selling ebooks… My timing always has been impeccable.
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