I'm in a bit of a limbo right now, writing wise. All contracts are complete; no new ones on the horizon.
This, for a writer, can often bring a deep dark depression or...glee.
I fall in between the two. I've been trying to decide what to write next, to pick one of the many stories floating around in my (cluttered) head. And though it is hard, it's a good place to be. The world is my oyster and all that.There's the historical romance, the women's fiction, a light romantic mystery, the darker thriller.
I've already started the historical but am not sure it's really what I want... The thriller is really taking root right now, but I'm not entirely sure it's a book I can pull off.
One of my many quirks is that I can't start a book without having a title in mind. I've been very lucky to have been able to keep all but one of my eleven titles (Surrender, My Love was supposed to be Her Heart's Surrender). Titles are a Big Deal to me. It's often the spark that ignites a whole story in my head. And until this morning I had titles for all the stories I'm considering but the thriller. But...then I hit on the perfect title(s) (might be a series). It just feels right -- complete instinct that this is the way to go.
So now I know I HAVE to start on the thriller. Now. Maybe it will work out. Maybe it won't. But I have to try.
Wish me luck. And and I usually don't share titles until I have a contract so no asking. :)