The only thing better/worse than the heady excitement and relief of finishing a book is the heady, exciting fresh fear of starting a new one. I'd planned to give myself several weeks to relax, revive my worn to the nub creativity and generally enjoy summer evenings with my husband, on the hammock leisurely reading.
Then the itch started. A mere four days after I finished writing my synopsis and sending off to agents, a little itch started deep in my brain. And it felt like the only way to scratch it would be to start writing again. Except this happened wayyy ahead of schedule. Where was my down time? What about my slow exploration of future story ideas? Suddenly I had to frantically sort through five ideas (and I love all of them) to find the one above all I'd live and breathe for the next six months. Not just the one that called to me, but the one that would make the most sense in terms of branding and marketing for my fledgling career. That's a lot of pressure to put on a two line idea!
So I've sorted out the story, chosen names, worked out the first few chapters...and still the itch grows. Why? Because I'm stuck on finding a location. The majority of the book will take place on a cruise ship, but I need a nice little town to start in...and I'm stymied! Its very hard to concentrate on research and plotting when the itch to write begins to take over the really important parts of my brain that like to watch movies and cook. I think I'm going to be forced to give in to the itch soon, ready or not.