I started writing a new novel this morning. Or rather, I started writing an old novel again. Not to go into the whole
story of what happened with The Arrangement again, the short version is that in 2006, I wrote a novel under contract, the publisher didn't like it, it got cancelled. Leaving me with a novel that I couldn't stand to look at again for quite a while.
Only I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and about what I'd do differently if I were writing it now. Which somehow finally led to me actually starting it again, from scratch. Not looking at the old draft -- just writing. I'm 1500 words in, and so far, I like it. We'll see what happens.
Go, you!
Glad you’re writing.