Since I started writing again, I've deliberately kept the number of new projects I'm taking on down to a minimum. I don't want to tempt fate; it feels as if another creative block is always just around the corner. I've had to turn down a few things I really wanted to do, but I need to be realistic about what I can achieve in the small amount of writing time I have available in my daily life.
Recently I accepted a couple of anthology invites. One is for a tribute antho dedicated to a geniune legend in the field and the other is for a book based around the theme of "industrial horror". Yesterday I also got talked into writing a new novella. This novella project is an interesting one: I'm to use a specific piece of (abstract) art as inspiration. How the hell could I possibly turn that down? Ideas are already firing in my brain, and I think I'm going to enjoy tackling this one.
Work on the novel has taken a back seat while I work on those two short stories, but even when we're not writing something we're working on it - plotting and planning and thinking in that small space at the back of our heads we reserve for such malarky.
Back in the real world, we're getting closer to our planned house move. This one's the 20-year house, so if we ever move again it'll be when we retire. We can't wait to get in there.
I think the end of this year is going to be absurdly busy, but busy is good. Busy means you're still moving forward.