Disappointment

I couldn't wait to finish writing the second Hannah and Brandon book because I wanted to get on to other things--among them, other writing projects. I was going to whip through that essay I started months ago and crank out that short story I've been thinking about. Then I was going to get them both published.

Well, yesterday I sat down to work. I managed a sentence or two on both jobs. Then I was done. I don't mean I was done as in a completed essay and short story. I mean that was all I had. The old well was dry.

My A Novel in a Year project didn't seem as terrific yesterday as it did last week, either. I have an idea, no plot, the idea keeps shifting. I mean, man. I've written eight books. Shouldn't I be able to do this stuff by now?

I have started doing morning pages again, so maybe that will help.