I've spent my whole career writing under a contract. A contract, for me, was like homework. It gave me a reason to get something done the night before it was due. When a book is under contract you know you have to finish THAT book. Right now, I have a few in my head, but I'm focused on two. One is "A Year of Privilege" about the first of five sisters who inherit billions. I'm stuck on that one. I wrote myself into a corner and it's taken me about a month to get out.
But while I noodled on that one, I started working on "Love and Other Unlikely Events" which is about two sisters. One is bipolar, gorgeous, enigmatic and slightly unhinged. (Until we find out why later.) And the other one is neurotypical, trying to build a life where she doesn't have to care for everyone and against the idea of marriage, or as she refers to it "voluntary modern-day indentured servitude."
I'm closer to finishing the first one, so I should get on it. But I'm not sure the second one is right for self-publishing, so this is stopping me on both books. I got a clear message last night that amounted to, "Do you want to eat?" So today, I'm writing. This blog is just to avoid selecting which book I'll work on today while I listen to my dog snore.
On another note, I watched a good documentary on Walt Disney on Netflix, it's called, "Walt: The Man Behind the Myth." It ends in the Walt Disney museum in the Presidio in San Francisco. I really have to get up there. Anyway, I enjoyed seeing what a charismatic dreamer this man was and how we need more people like him, with solid character and vision, in our world. I feel like everyone who has vision now is just money-hungry and self-serving. Could be my view from Silicon Valley though. I just wish I had Walt's drive!