Moving, I’ve discovered, is tough on writers and their novels — at least on this writer, anyway. Finding the rhythm, getting back into the routine, and finding “the zone,” is difficult in a fresh, new environment, especially since we’ve still not got a solid household routine.

I’m finding it terribly difficult to return to work-in-progress novel manuscripts, and even to final works which are pretty much done except for their edits. Instead, it is like the new environment is fostering the seeds of new books, rather than allowing me to get back into my “groove.”

At best, I’m in a “pending” zone. At worst, I’m suffering an odd form of brain rebellion that just insists that, no, it doesn’t want to work on that book or that book or that book, either.

Recently:

• They Work Very Hard
• Treading the Dangers of Fiction
• Infighting About Grammar & Punctuation
• Scary Writers
• New Novel, Chapter Two
• To the Book Store
• New Novel Amid Chaos
• Raw Gore, Explicit Cruelty, Debased Sex in Novels
• Back from Summer Hiatus
• Self-Publishing IS Better