I’ve discovered that I’m monogamous when it comes to books.
This week, that’s a problem.
Months ago, I decided to attend the Cascade Writers Conference, and signed up for a workshop. In order to do that, I had to set aside the non-fiction book I’m working on and work on my novel a bit. Oh, it felt so comfy.
Since the workshop, my head’s been back in fiction writing land, except the non-fiction book is running late.
I’m hoping I’ll fall back in love with the non-fiction book really, really soon. Right now, it feels like I’m cheating on it with my novel.