It's been one week since I finished Unequal. One week without writing. One week without editing. And it's killing me.
Sure, I've been doing other writerly things - namely submissions work - but that's the business side and I'm jones'n for the creative side.
I'm dry. I can't think of which new project I want to start. Actually, it's more like I feel really guilty starting something new when I have all those old things just moldering on my hard drive. And all those unfinished things rotting in my archives. I didn't stop believing in them. I just got distracted by newer, shinier ideas. And to be perfectly honest, some of those projects were left behind in the dust of rejection.
And then I'm faced with the eternal question: How can you start something new when no one has jumped on anything you've already written?
I promised myself I would do something today. Yesterday I looked over a couple of old manuscripts to see what my now-skills could do with my old-skills writing. My second book - Caldera (aka Nature of Destruction) - still has promise, but I think I need to completely rewrite it. (Or at least rewrite the crappy beginning.) So, I think I'm going to start there and see if I can't whip that puppy into something attractive enough to query again.
What do you do when you're between manuscripts? Do you ever revisit your old writings and see if they can be salvaged?