Every other month, these fellow writers and I get together to talk about writing, food, writing, chocolate, writing, books, writing, families, writing, diets, writing…well, you get the idea.
There is never a silent moment.
Today is one of those days. I’m up very early, getting ready to head north to the Big City.
I am in the midst of deciding whether or not to write another book. My editor would like another.
I have been plotting every day, rather reluctantly and without inspiration.
But I have a great title.
That’s something, right?
It’s a start, I tell myself. The writers will tell me if the rest of my ideas make sense. They will add or subtract, encourage and commiserate. We will drink coffee and eat pizza and brownies and we will come up with many, many ideas for our future books.
I go back and forth about retiring from this writing business, wondering if I am being lazy or if I simply –and justifiably–have a strong sense of self-preservation.
As many of you know, the previous three books took their toll. And while it is easy for me to spout promises of “balance” in the future, the truth is that writing is an “all or nothing” business, at least for me. But I need to keep working on balance. Obviously.