I was asked yesterday what I'm working on, in the writing department.
Um. Too much? I'm sitting here this morning writing up the novel my First Reader and I plotted on the car ride yesterday - 7 hours of driving gives us loads of time to talk, which is lovely, but - and wondering to myself why it is so much easier to start a new project than it is to finish one I've already been writing.
So what needs to be finished? Well, I've been plugging away at The East Witch for a while, because it's the closest to being 'done' and I have the urge to write it. But I have also been floundering around with Tanager's Flight, because it needs to be written. And I have bits of it on both paper and dictation now, just need to find the time to sit down and splice it all into one cohesive document. So maybe 10% of the novel? That's not a lot, I know.
And then there is Bone Sigh, the new Amaya Lombard novel that needs to be written. Or perhaps I could come back to Ten Pigeons, which is a straight murder mystery, and complete that...
It was talking about Ten Pigeons in the car that got the First Reader and I talking about mysteries and cozies and now I have a farmwife who will be solving crimes in my head. Which is what I was writing today. Because... because.
But now I'm going back to writing the fiction, because that's fun. Maybe later today I'll go look at orchids. I have a lifelong unrequited passion for them, after all.