At any given time, I have at least two, and usually three or more manuscripts that I'm working on.
I jump back and forth, depending on my mood. Maybe it's a contest that I'm in that has me hopeful for a request, and I'm pushing page counts. Sometimes it's just a character that has hold of me that I need to delve into until I'm satisfied.
Sometimes I'll work non-stop on one manuscript for weeks, or sometimes just days. Occasionally years. I have two manuscripts that I have toyed with forever. One, Mississippi Blues, has been queried to death. It is done, has been forever. But I still tweak on it from time to time. The other (no groans) is A Real Bad Burn. I keep coming back to it like a horse to a salt lick. Even while I'm pushing hard on Cat toward the GH, Burn is there, stuck in my head.
Yes, I remember I had a public burial of it here awhile back. But the thing just nags at me like a mother. "Come back, finish me," it begs. Recently, I had an idea for a new opening (thanks, Cassie and Avril) and I dragged it out again.
So, once again, I am working on the cursed thing.
Right now, it's the carrot. If I work on Cat, then I get a little time on Burn.
Cat is the more viable manuscript, then one that is more likely to sell. It is traditional. Normal.
And I really want to enter it in the Golden Heart.
So, it has to be the one that I pick. Right?
Right. Notice how firmly I say that?
After all, I could work on Rescued, Larkspur, Sunny, the new story with the Canon City horse-breaker hero....Burn.
I meant Cat...yeah, Cat.