Overall, it’s been a good year for me. My novel is finished. I’m poised to query agents. I’ve had three short stories published. I should be very satisfied with myself. So why do I feel so restless?
I know what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to keep writing while I try to find an agent. I even know what I should write next, the novel I had always planned to write next. I have character sketches. I have a rough outline. What I don’t have is even an ounce of motivation to actually write it.
Other novels, other stories are in the forefront of my mind all day: characters, plot points, even snippets of dialogue. They won’t go away, no matter how hard I try. Sure, I’ll open up a Word file, jot down a name, maybe make a few notes, but I can’t seem to appease these stories screaming to be written.
So what do I do? Do I write the story that makes sense to write next? Or do I give in and write these other stories?