I haven't written anything new since the LDSP Book of Mormon short story contest, and I finished my latest novel back in November. I have been editing editing editing...As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. ~Virginia Woolf
But I feel it. Something is simmering. I'm holding off because I should be hearing back about the sequel to The Orchard soon, most likely with requests for revisions and I would hate to stop a current project (especially a very young WIP) to tackle a revision.
But I miss writing! It's like the promise of Spring, with the gardening catalogs coming and a bird finally heard in the morning, the mention of Easter, iris leaves bold in their show of emerald through the dying yellow, finally color brought by favorite Spring, and you know it's coming... but you live in a spot on the earth where Spring makes a brief appearance in late May, then is hurried off by impatient Summer.
Maybe... if I just play around with some ideas... Character names and bios... ending scene and hooky opener... imagine a little dialogue... it wouldn't hurt to at least plan the garden... would it?