I wonder if it's because I've been batting around the ideas for these 2 books all summer, and now that they're drafted then I feel a bit empty. The third book project I was considering isn't going to work out. I thought about rewriting a piece I wrote several years ago, but in reviewing it I realized the reason I never pursued publication was because it isn't publishable! It was some of my early work and frankly, I think it would be better to scrap it and start all over, but I'm not very inclined to do that. I don't have any clear plot ideas, but I'd rather write another fiction novella than do another non-fiction book. I have a clear goal and concept with Feathered Frenzy but with this one I really have no idea on where to go or what to do with it.
I think another reason may be anxiety over the coming month. My September calendar at work is a nightmare of meetings, and I know that finding the energy to write after dealing with meetings once and twice a week and paperwork piling up while I'm locked in the conference room is going to be tough. I know, most people would ever-so-gently suggest that I shelve writing for the month. And to that I ever so boldly say to take a flying leap. My writing is the one thing in my life that is my own. It's the thing nobody else can put their hands on and control. It's non-negotiable. If that makes me selfish, well, you be the martyr and let others control every part of your life. The fact that I almost never have anxiety attacks or problems while I'm working on a book or promotion project (no matter how busy I am in every other area of my life) is a testament to the fact that it's good for my soul, and I will not lay it aside.
Or maybe it's something else all together, but whatever the reason, I'm sure it will pass. After all, there's plenty of work to be done on these two projects, my published works will always be in need of promotion, and I have no doubt that the next great book idea is just around the corner.
That's all today. Take care and have a good week.