Since I finished revising my YA book and started the query process… I’ve had the hardest time focusing on my next story.
It feels strange to leave my “friends” that I know so well and start up with someone new. It’s also hard to pull my head out of that world. Those back stories that I crafted, but will probably never tell. Character idiosyncrasies that I find endearing.
But then, I remembered what my old professor told me:
So I started a story… then I started another story… the problem is now I just can’t seem to choose between them. Which one should I flesh out first?
Regardless of how my journey to publication evolves, I’ve discovered the joy of losing myself in a story of my own making. It’s an addiction I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake.