A Writer’s Block

I haven’t written anything for this section of my website for a long time as I have found it very difficult to string three typed words together following the combination of various events.
Firstly the anti-climax of the publication of Hostage to Fortune. This took something less than a year to write and publish. It has had some good reviews (mainly on-line) and some media coverage (thank you Fitz at BBC Radio Devon) but, although it has no doubt sold more than some titles (even by well known ‘personalities’) it hasn’t ‘taken off’. Every book I publish I hope that it will be the one that catches someone’s eye and that that ‘someone’ decides that it and others of my books are worthy of mention even of adaptation to film or even a television mini-series. (That was a joke – possibly.)
Secondly another anti-climax. Since 2012 I have been working on revising my first three books (The Last Dance, Walking Alone and Runaways which made up The Iniquities Trilogy) into one. Starting at over a quarter of a million words I have worked through it eight times(tightening the narrative, erasing red-herrings, reducing examples of three adjectives/adverbs to two) and almost halved its length. I finished, what I promised myself would be the last ‘read-through’ the week Hostage was published.
What then? I had no idea. I literally had no idea.
Thirdly, I finally retired from my day job, ended my company’s trading (after 35 years). What should have been liberating was, in the event, disturbing. I instantly felt old. There was nothing I ‘had’ to do, no need to make a ‘to do’ list, no need to prioritise tasks, no one depending on me to get something done better than anyone else could.
So I didn’t post anything onto my website for fear that whatever I wrote would be too depressing.
So what has changed? Why am I back at my keyboard?
Firstly, I received a royalties payment from Troubador. It wasn’t large but it existed. People (apart from friends and those in the local pub) were buying (and from the emails and reviews enjoying) my books.
Then I decided to read through Iniquities (yet again) to further reduce the size so it can be published as a proper paper book (not just e-book).
And the weather improved so some of those empty hours (no longer filled by sitting at my computer) could be spent in the garden and trying to persuade our two rescue cats (now with us over 6 months) to be more friendly.
And finally, a chance conversation gave me an idea for my next book.
This will go back to the ideas I first explored in Highly Unsuitable Girl: a woman of mature years learning to accept who she is. The working title Triumph of Hope. Note: Nothing autobiographical!
So perhaps the long winter of 2017-18 is finally over and the bright sunlit uplands of the summer of 2018 lie ahead.
And I can again post these random thoughts on the website for you, my loyal fan, to read.