Last winter, way back before I began rewrites and revisions for my YA fantasy novel, I cleared out my garden beds. They were clean and organized with all of the little seedlings in tidy rows, and they had lots of growing space.
Then, I began a rewrite. My brain was a mess of intersecting plot threads and character arcs. My garden grew unruly too, and with three-digit temps and a self-imposed deadline, I didn’t have a whole lot of time for my poor garden. Or anything else.
One day, after I finished my edits and finally took a look outside, I found this . . .
That looks about right. Yup. Right down to the collapsed bamboo stakes and the two-month-dead tomato plants. And that grass? Sheesh. That’s going to be fun to clear out.
People keep asking what I’m working on now or next. I have an idea (more on that another day), but . . . I need a break. My garden needs me. My kids need me. My brain needs defragging.
I’m still moving forward with the YA fantasy, but I’m in a one-thing-at-a-time stage with it now. Manageable. And working on the business end of writing. No new stories until the mess gets cleared out and I’ve got a little room to breathe again.