Do you remember how everyone flung themselves into the room and could hardly contain themselves as they ran from one treat to another, shoving their faces full of candy, drinking from daffodils and sucking chocolate from the river? They were literally like kids (and adults!) in a candy store. . .and could hardly get from one treat to another fast enough.
Writing is like that for me. I have so many ideas and projects and thoughts floating around in my little brain, it's hard to focus on one thing before leaping into another. Each has such a strong pull that I find myself shifting from one project to another in a frenzied hurry to get it all down on paper.
And I am in that place now. . .but I MUST. STAY. FOCUSED.
I am in the final throes of editing a book. . .it's a small, niche piece began as a pile of research notes for a larger project, but the pile kept growing. And so did my curiosity.
I'm not the kind of person who stops at the 'wow, that was really interesting' moment when learning a new fact of some sort. . .I want to know more. . .the how and why and when of it all. My book, Switchel, Sack Posset and Scrub, is the result of that fervent curiosity. And it's almost done.
But I made the mistake of blocking out my NEXT book (and, to be perfectly honest, the next one after that!!), and it plagues me now. Editing the current book isn't nearly as fun as developing the next one.
And yet, I'm not about to have spent so long building a gingerbread house and then stop before the roof is on. Not on your Nelly.
So I'm slogging through this coming week. I shan't look at any other projects until I can lay this one to bed. I don't care how delicious they look.
After all, if the Candy Man can. . .