The other day I had one of those ‘Why the hell do I do this?’ moments. Being at the difficult mid-point of work on more projects than I care to admit to is proving particularly wearing. I find myself uninspired to work on any of them, and yet overwhelmed by the sense I have to finish at least one draft of something before I’m allowed to move on to the next.
Very much the downside of being a multi-project writer.
Also a side effect of being a chaotic writer who jumps in with both feet and then paddles around in the goo of ideas until it begins to form some kind of order. Sadly this seems to be my ‘method’.
But, once I’m through a draft of at least one of the projects, I’m sure I’ll stop kicking myself for not taking a simpler path.