Maybe you would have thought, that once a project was finished that you’d been working on for a year – well, over a year actually, and after a lot of interruption, other business which needed attending too, and an arid patch – when all had been overcome and all was complete, signed off and done, you would have thought that there would be a great sense of calm, fulfilment maybe, completeness, satisfaction…
Well, after over a year, actually, my latest novel, Saltpans is finished and published – it’s out there in the big wide world! It is the latest in my Radwinter series, stories about Thomas Radwinter who is an amateur genealogist, part-time solicitor and full-time dad, who takes on strange commissions which no-one else would even think of accepting. In the past, In the previous five books, he has put himself in danger and got ‘into a bit of a pickle’ as he would describe it by accepting this work.
I have another project I’m working on, but there is no time-scale on that, and already another Radwinter story is percolating away – before then I have my retro 1950’s novel to attack. This will be a bit of a challenge, writing a historical novel! So all is well, I have plenty of ideas, plenty of enthusiasm, and my writing muscles are fully flexed…
Except… I feel a sort of restless anxiety, a sort of nervousness, a creative irritation and itchiness. I don’t feel able to settle to anything, and fiddle and faff about instead of embarking on my exciting new writing adventures…
Maybe I need a bit of a break… but I’m so fired up on my new projects!! Maybe a glass of wine and a good night’s sleep…
In the meantime, here is a link to Saltpans:
Lois Elsden 
Hope the wine helped!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes it did!!
LikeLike
The part of my job I liked the best was troubleshooting.The more desperate the problem, the more I enjoyed it and the more I shone.That reminds me of a story of an old horse years ago that used to pull a fire wagon. He was retired and went to work delivering milk but when he heard the bells ringing of another fire wagon he would take off pulling the cart to be in on the action.Never too old to be up for a challenge I guess!
LikeLike
Yes, problem solving and dealing with unexpected situations is challenging and exciting – intellectually and physically. My dad once had an experience with a milk-man’s horse – it had been stabled at his dad’s pub The Portland Arms, and dad (aged about eight or nine) had to ride it back to the dairy farm where it lived. They came to a junction which the horse recognised as part of the milk round and took off up this road, dad trying to get the beast to stop! Luckily a policeman saw his plight, turned the horse round, slapped its rump and Neddy galloped all the way back to the farmer!
LikeLike
It seems to me as a kid growing up in England that all the horses were called Neddy and all the cays were called Tibby. Our last cat in Canada we called Sneaky and he sure lived up to his name!
LikeLike
You’re probably right! I don’t know the name of the naughty horse which ran away with dad! My aunty always had Dalmatian dogs and whether they were boys or girls they were always called Laddy!
LikeLike