This week I’ve been mostly procrastinating. This is new territory for me. I’m usually diving into projects, getting things underway before deadline. Itching to start. Especially when it’s something creative.
But although I’m meant to be working on my next novel right now, I’m feeling uncharacteristically reluctant. It’s unexpected, particularly as I’m excited by the idea itself. I’ve done a bit of research, made some notes, mapped out my characters. I’ve even found some
