Okay. I sent my novel to my agent. Now what?
Even as I worked on my revision, inklings for my next book started to pop up. When that happens I try to jot down as much as I can on a piece of paper and tuck it away. So far I have a few measly sentences and some very big ideas.
This is my incubation time. The settling back and letting it gel time. This is the time when I start to think about the main character. What does she sound like. Where does she live. What is she dealing with. And with each bit of color she starts to fill in.Soon I will hear her begin to whisper to me. But not yet.
I don’t have enough to open a new document and start CHAPTER ONE. I know it’s not ready. I’ve tried starting manuscripts when I wasn’t ready and it’s never a good thing.
I know what I want think about in this book. I know the issues I want to tackle.But I still need to get to a point where the liquid of my ideas starts to thicken into pudding. Right now it’s just starting to simmer.
But I also know the point is growing near. I can feel it … an electric closeness. A static touch.
A while ago I was doing a yoga class and at the end of it when we all lay there in the death pose I felt lifted. I wasn’t asleep but I could see colored sprinkles falling on top of me. A rain of loveliness. A beautiful bliss. And it reminded me of this very moment. The “down” time between novels when I wait for the inspiration to fall on me. And I know it will.
For now I’ll settle for the tiny bits of ideas and sketches of characters, the kind of setting I want to write about and the antagonist I want to think about.
One thing I know for sure, it’s all part of the process.