A confession

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 Under: Writing

 
Well. Hello there. So... I have a confession. I know some of your are chomping at the bit for PI5. And I've made some updates that I'm almost halfway through, that I know where it's going. Thought it's been a while since I mentioned it, yes? And now I have this OTHER book come out. Where is the last Paris Immortal, you wonder.

Well. I thought I knew where it was going. I kind of still do, somewhere in the back of my head. And then other things needed to get out, be completed. Now I have this other idea, and we'll see...

To be honest I haven't even opened the file for a while. Or any other file. It's too many reasons to suss out, or even explain, that is, even if I did understand. I don't, always. But anyway. I'm asking that you just give me some time. I can't abandon it forever. I'm sure of it. In the meantime, perhaps there will be another book. Or two. Or not.

Forgive me? I'm hoping that just by this act of confessing, something will break loose, and I won't feel quite so much pressure. Not that anyone has pressured me. I did it to myself.

Hang in there with me? It happens.  

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A confession

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 Under: Writing

 
Well. Hello there. So... I have a confession. I know some of your are chomping at the bit for PI5. And I've made some updates that I'm almost halfway through, that I know where it's going. Thought it's been a while since I mentioned it, yes? And now I have this OTHER book come out. Where is the last Paris Immortal, you wonder.

Well. I thought I knew where it was going. I kind of still do, somewhere in the back of my head. And then other things needed to get out, be completed. Now I have this other idea, and we'll see...

To be honest I haven't even opened the file for a while. Or any other file. It's too many reasons to suss out, or even explain, that is, even if I did understand. I don't, always. But anyway. I'm asking that you just give me some time. I can't abandon it forever. I'm sure of it. In the meantime, perhaps there will be another book. Or two. Or not.

Forgive me? I'm hoping that just by this act of confessing, something will break loose, and I won't feel quite so much pressure. Not that anyone has pressured me. I did it to myself.

Hang in there with me? It happens.  

In : Writing 


Tags: paris immortal  writing 
blog comments powered by Disqus

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