I'm working on PvSH...but I'm not enthusiastic about it. Not angry. Not even really fighting about it like I did for so many years with APoS. Simon wants to take it directions he thinks might excite me, but that doesn't work. I feel only slightly connected to him and the story. Doesn't matter what I do, it's never more than something to work on it.
I had lunch with some friends at a place with okay BBQ. This is Buffalo; they don't really know how to make that or good Mexican food, up here. And I got a few cards. And I saw a doctor about gall bladder surgery that I do not want to do. Talked to my sister in Texas. And took a long nap.
I did buy myself some chocolate chip cookies at Wegman's. Theirs are pretty damn good. Had those as my cake. Nothing more. So I'm just floating, right now.
Not one project I have on tap is exciting me. Nothing grabs me enough to make me feel the need to do it. For all the complaining I did about writing APoS, I never lost the sense I needed to write it. Like I once felt about Bobby Carapisi. I had a need to write it, all of it...which included the third volume. Which I've been told was unnecessary. Which was wrong; it absolutely had to be done.
What did I write after that? Was it The Lyons' Den? Working up something so completely different and off the wall some people can't even get into it? Break me out of the mood I was in after BC? Maybe. Maybe I should do that, again...
Is this what happens to writers? They finally reach the point where they've tapped out all their creative impulses and just thrash about seeing new inspiration?