Eight novels under my belt, so where to now? Another novel? A new collection of poetry? Or maybe something else?
Shortly after publishing a book, there is a vacuum, a sense of helplessness as you wait for feedback, which, of course, as well as being constructive, you hope will be positive. How many of my regular readers can I keep hold of? How many new readers might my new novel attract?
The questions will continue until the next project wrestles
its way into the grey matter. And this is where the helplessness sets in. All
the time I’m writing, I feel I can truly identify as an author. As soon as each
book is published, the void comes. I won’t feel like an author again until
the writing process recommences.
As time passes, there is always a nagging doubt that I might
never find the inspiration for another book. Of course, ideas come and go, but
it is essential that I choose something I am comfortable with. Yes, I am
looking to write something completely different from all my other titles. At
present, I’m not sure where that journey will take me.
One day, hopefully, something will just click. The research mechanism will kick in, and the nucleus of something new will evolve into print. Until then, you can check out all my novels at www.malfoster.co.uk
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