Letting Go

I currently have a blog post saved in my drafts called, "Hiatus," one I hope to never have to send. A few of you may have seen a similar Facebook status. I'd reached a breaking point a few weeks ago. Totally burned out, I worried if I'd ever write again. Due to my dry writing spell, social media sites grew frightening. I hit an impassable wall. 

I wrote a post explaining why I needed a break. Each word I wrote, whether for a post or a book, became a chore, and I deleted more passages than I kept. Because I finish what I set out to do, I forced myself to complete Broken Wing, the third installment of The Angel of 13th Street series. 

Now Broken Wing was poised to be the most heartfelt story I'd ever written. The ideas flowed; my keyboard could scarcely keep up. When the story grew too large and convoluted, it split into two parts. Fallen Angel was the result. I hurried through Fallen Angel, desperate to get to Broken Wing, the work I'd hoped would be a masterpiece. 

Then my muse fled me. Completely. The result is something I only showed one beta, who agreed that I'd missed my mark. It broke my heart, and I despaired of ever writing again. Was I washed up? So early in my writing career?

And then a funny thing happened. The characters from Diversion began speaking to (yelling at) me. Effortlessly the story began writing itself, and I put aside all other projects, knowing that when my muse commands me, I'd better obey, or the story would remain untold forever. 

I'm now past the 40,000 word mark on Collusion, and am hoping history doesn't repeat itself, leaving me with another half-finished manuscript. I'm writing again, I'm enjoying it again, and for now the "Hiatus" post remains a draft. 

As for Broken Wing? Sadly, though I completed the first draft, it may never see the light of day. But who knows? After I shut Bo and Lucky up, Lark and Sam may begin whispering in my ear again.