I'm in the mood for Harry today. He is just too. . . too. . . something or other.
If I seem weirded out, it's because I actually got to the end of Virgin on Monday night, and I still haven't quite recovered. It needs tweaking of course, but for all intents and purposes, it's finished, just in time for me to start writing all those guest blogs for Hero.
Shifting your focus from one book to another is one of those odd things a writer must do from time to time, though it's usually not by choice. At the INRWA meeting on Saturday, one of the ladies present said that she is usually has two or three books in the works, so when she has writer's block, she just switches to another one, so the dreaded block thing isn't ever a problem for her. I used to do that, but times have changed. Nowadays, I usually only have one book going at a time, so when I have writer's block on a book, I write a blog, complete with fellows like Harry to goad me on.
I think this is a good thing. . . .