The draft is still resting in its drawer. Read in July’s The Writer that Clive Cussler leaves his drafted manuscripts in the drawer for a month or two before revising. It’s been two weeks for me. According to Cussler, if you leave the book alone for a good chunk of time, when you pick it up again you’ll see it with new eyes. Editor’s eyes. Rested eyes.
Haven’t been writing much of anything else, either. Morning pages here and there. But nothing creative. I really tapped the well this time and it is bone dry. So I’ve been reading and puttering and taking long walks and of course finishing up my summer writing session. For the first time in a long time, I don’t wake up with a story in my head clamoring to be told.
It’s kind of a relief.