|I love you, Scrivener. I am mildly fond of you, 50,000 words contained within.|
So of course, now is the time when I start being unable to think of anything but a new story.
Never mind the fact that after I finish this draft I'm going back to my Holland Falls WIP (WIP one, I'll call it) to do more revisions. Never mind that after I've finished those I'll go back to this WIP (WIP two) and do first-round edits. And then back to WIP one, and back to WIP two, and so on and so forth, until I start querying WIP one, which I really hope to do sometime in the first half of next year...
No, Brain just keeps ticking over, plotting new things, and new characters keep sneaking in and saying, "Hey, look at us! We're new and we're oh-so-pretty. Make a playlist for us! Make a Pinterest board for us! Think of ways to emotionally devastate us!"
But I say NO, new things. I will not think of you, I will not dream of you. I will keep on writing WIP two and you can just wait until I am ready to deal with you, whenever that may be.
(But, like, noting down a few things doesn't really count, does it? And making a new Scrivener doc to put them in is fine, right?)