Last week, I finished the fifth revision of my fifth novel, and got notice from my editor that it's ready to go into production. I didn't feel much like celebrating, and didn't feel satisfaction at a job completed. Most of what I felt was relief, because this book has been something of an ordeal.
Though the book itself did present certain creative challenges, the ordeal, the battle, was not the book itself. Writing is always hard. The real issue these last two years has been creative burnout.
By the time this book comes out, I will have published five books in seven years. Before I submitted the book proposal to my publisher, I wrote in my journal (and I remember this distinctly—can still see the words on the page) that I should not take on another novel project until I got some rest. But I did. With no one twisting my arm, I submitted and sold the novel in proposal form...
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