I forgot how much fun it was to write novels.
That sounds odd from someone who has 5 books out this year, but this summer was a challenge. I was working on a book that was like pulling teeth. I just didn't feel INTO the book. I wasn't in the characters' heads, I didn't feel their emotions. I was going through the motions.
Then, on vacation, I had an idea for a completely different kind of book. And suddenly my writing mojo is back.
This tells me a very important thing about me: my writing is, at least at first, 90% inspiration. After that it's 100% craft, but if I don't have that initial kick of inspiration, it's a P.I.T.A. to write.
So, lemons/lemonade. Clouds/silver lining. You know the schtick.
Back to the book. It's getting good ...