I know in my last few blog posts that I have touched lightly on the stress that comes with being an author. Life behind the fictional is far from easy. Every single time you sit down to put down a few thousand words on your new work in progress (WIP) are slivers of time away from your family, your friends, your responsibilities, and more. Being a working author like myself, it's even more difficult to find the time to write. Add in medical issues, and you have a firestorm of issues that just keep coming and coming until it feels like my brain is about to explode from the pressure.
I know many people have been asking over the last few months where my new books are. The books that I had been teasing since early 2019. The answer? They're coming. When, I don't know.
That's the hard truth about working in a creative field. Real life tends to supersede the fictional. Muses disappears. Words dry up. It happens to the best of us, and for me, it's been happening for over a year. Any time I sit down to start working on Demons & Desires or Devil's Queen, every ounce of motivation and creativity dry up. Poof! Gone. I hate it. I hate that I can't deliver on my promises. I hate that I can't get back to my early days where I could hammer out a story in a month, and be so utterly in love with it. Other than the two short stories that I had started long before this hit, I have nothing. A few paragraphs out of a several thousand words that I haven't just scraped.
Something has to change. It has to. I have too many stories floating around in my head to be told to not put them down. I have an entire series plotted out on paper that needs to be written and published. Finding that place again isn't going to be easy. The first step? Two weeks away on vacation where I don't think about writing. Our annual vacation to California is where Heaven's Rejects were born, and I have to hope that vacation will help me finish the series with one final book.