I always loved writing. I'd savor it, take my time, treating it with the same pleasure as a bubble bath. When I finished one, I'd take a break of at least a month, telling myself I needed time to cleanse my brain of the characters. Then I'd dither for at least another month about what to write next. Once I sold a manuscript, not much changed. And then I sold four. At once. Everything changed.
Exactly one week ago I finished book 2 in my Aisle Bound trilogy. The old me would've celebrated for about a week, then mentally checked out of writing for a while. The thought of not having the luxury of following that routine due to contract deadlines scared me. In theory.
In reality, I started thinking about book 3 the very next day. Because I wanted to, by the way. I'd planted quite a few good, teasing nuggets in #2 about the hero of #3, and I can't wait to get his story out. One week is all I gave myself to plot and outline the entire book (and learn how to use Scrivener!).
Did I enjoy watching movies on Netflix twice this week? Of course. I recommend Enchanted April for a good period piece, and HIGHLY recommend New York, I Love You. But the whole time I kicked back, only using my computer as a tiny movie screen, I felt a bit adrift. Like I'd left something undone. Which I had - the tiny matter of the next 97,000 words. To me, the end of book 2 was just a really long setup for book 3.
So there's no break in store for me this time around...and I'm excited about it. What about you? Do you like taking the time to shake off the last set of characters, or plunge forward?