The singes stopped smoldering

I have started writing this blog post about six seven times.  I could give you a lot of numbers regarding the production of my debut novel.  I could explain how as an independent author, I run all the departments necessary to get this book out there.  But none of it feels right, no matter how I try to manhandle it into words.  It sticks out in all the wrong angles.  So, I'll just be straight with you.  Pushing for my spring release date took a lot out of me emotionally and creatively.  Working out the logistics and marketing of my first novel this summer took a lot of my time.  It wasn't until late July when I released the not typo ridden cleaned up version of Shatter that I stopped (sort of).

I've been burned out.  I've read a lot; I've written very little.  I have not drafted much in Shatter's sequel since late February.  I had nothing to give.  Never fear though.  With some gentle (for her) prodding from one of my cohorts, I started drafting Render yesterday.  Tonight, I sat down and forced myself to write one word after the next and inched forward in the plot, and I do mean inched.  But the ball is rolling again, and I - much like inertia - once in motion, stay in motion.  I'm not sure if the burn out is completely gone, but I can at least tell that the singeing has stopped smoldering so obviously.