Like J. wrote in Owning It, I, too, have been obsessing about the next book. But for different reasons.
I wish I could just Be-in-the-Moment and adore my own book to death. But alas, it seems difficult. The closest I get are the chills on my arm that happen sometimes when I’m writing, or when I read back a scene I wrote the day before and feel the words rush up from my heart: “Ooh, you’re good!”
Hmm, come to think of it, maybe this is a form of love after all. How lucky are we writers that we even get these moments where we have a physical reaction to our own creativity?
But still, it doesn’t happen often enough–given that writing is a solitary pursuit and so we don’t get the benefit of daily positive feedback from colleagues or good annual reviews to let us know we’re doing well–which is why I’m following the recommendation of another writer friend and buying myself an Applause Box. If I can’t do it for myself, might as well buy one that’s battery-operated. (OMG, did I just say that?)
Read more at: Book Two: A Race to the Finish Line?.