I hate this.
Starting a new story is as conflicting as having a new baby with the older one crying for attention. But worse: my story offspring are not yet equally loved. I have to force myself to ignore the older and nurture the new.
There are a few good side effects. I'm not obsessed with taking care of it. I sleep better. I'm diligently reading, planning, writing--but find time to do other things.
It's a good thing our bodies take care of the first nine months of creating a baby. If my mind had to develop a baby, I'd probably forget where I left it.
To shock me into a relationship with this story, I've put the first chapter up for critique. We'll see if readers stimulate any maternal instincts and if the story wants to breathe. This is risky. The story (The Legacy of Lucie Bosell) should be available March 28 on critiquecircle.com unless I come to my senses and pull it back to the womb.
Good idea? Bad idea? Death wish?
What do you know about the story blues?