That’s a serious question. I genuinely don’t know where it all evaporated to. Ever since I hit publish on The Fated, I’ve been seriously lazy. Honestly. I don’t mind admitting it.
But the problem I have is that now people are actually reading the book and some of them, yes mostly friends and family so far, are asking if there’s gonna be a second and when’s it gonna be done. So I smile and explain that The Fated took 18 long months to get right, and yes there will be a second book but it will take a while, promising them that I’m working on it. Then I turn my back and pull a face to myself because I know the truth.
And the truth is I haven’t written a damn word of that book in weeks. My laptop is sitting in the corner of my room, silently judging me for not writing anything and simultaneously mocking me for being useless. I can see it right now out of the corner of my eye. I might throw a towel over it!!
I’m not sure this post has an actual point, except for me to vent my own frustration at myself for my current laziness. I’d like to blame writers block, but I’d be lying. It’s not that I don’t know what to write, I just can’t seem to find the will to write it. It’s ok to take a break though, right?