It seems that I have been on a holiday from writing for some reason or other. Since I don’t write when it feels like it becomes work, perhaps that idea of being a holiday is not quite what I need to say. Writing is a strange, strange world. For me, it all comes down to intention. Why am I writing or not writing? I honestly can say that I don’t think much about either of these questions. Rather, I am writing or I am not writing.
What I do know is that all parts have to be aligned within me for the gates to be open. For the past few days, I have met with silence and disinterest by the Muse who stirs whatever it is within me when it comes to writing. My wife says it is the high humidity, late nights, lack of sleep and a mirrored lack of energy. Of course, she is right. All of this has an impact on my writing. But there is more to the story than that.
I have in the recent past finished book three of my story, a third naturist novel, and now the first part of new series of books. None of these have been published yet and I don’t know when they will be published. Normally I would have published two of the three by this point. I have ideas that are beginning to put initial pressures on me to act in new ways as far as my writing, publishing and marketing are concerned.
For example, the newest naturist novel was written in the first person, something that is new for me. I also used a pseudonym for the novel. It has been suggested more than a few times that my first two naturist novels would likely be better stories if told in the first person. I tend to think that the critics have made a valid point and as a result, I am entertaining the idea of rewriting those two books. Yet, I don’t want to lose what was done with the original versions. The only way I can see out of this conundrum is to republish the two novels using new titles and my pseudonym as an author.
What do you think?