I’m planning a novel at the moment: Under The Lilies With You, and I love the idea and can’t wait to write it. But the truth is, my heart just isn’t in my Fiction work at the moment.
If you are a new follower, then you might not know that on July 1 I was due to publish a fiction novel, Searching For Katherine. It was edited and uploaded – all I had to do was click ‘Publish’, but after a long chat with a fellow writer (she’s also my lecturer) I realised that the book just wasn’t ready.
The problem is that since that day, I’ve not wanted to write any fiction.
I’m leaving Searching for Katherine alone for at least a year, and Under The Lilies With You is due to be written later this year, but I just can’t seem to get excited about it.
Whereas, my blogs, Readwave and non-fiction books are doing really well. So it’s making me wonder what writer I am supposed to be. Am I the journalist that everyone thinks I should be, or am I the fiction writer that I dreamed about being as a young girl?
All I know is, I am a good writer – I’ve got the pride and the proof of it, but my confidence has been knocked a little and now I’m left with a lot of loose threads and nothing to sew.