Sunday afternoon, I sent out the manuscript of what is still being called “What Lies Behind” (I’m not sure I’m still liking the title anymore, so it may change!) to my volunteer test readers. Then I went and threw up in a bucket.
Okay, not really.
But it’s somewhat terrifying, the first time you release your “baby” out into the world, even if it is only to six people. I started work on this manuscript last July, so it’s been nearly a year of work. I feel pretty good about it, but being the insecure writer that I am, I just keep hearing the phrase “sophomore slump” in my head. Uggggh!
Now I find myself at loose ends. Immediately after I sent out the emails, I had another quick project to do, but that was done as of last night. For the first time in a very long time, I don’t have a work-in-progress. That’s not to say that I don’t have ideas: like - I suspect - most writers, I have a file full of basic premises that I’d like at some point to work on. I even have one specific one in mind, but I haven’t yet started work on it.
It’s kind of daunting, starting from scratch: staring down the barrel of 80-90,000 words that have yet to be written. Exciting, but daunting. What if I start, and lose interest part way through? What if I can’t find an ending, or a middle? What if the idea really just kind of sucks?
I guess you’ll just have to stay tuned to see how it turns out!