Don't judge me. I couldn't help myself. It wasn't them, it was me. I am a weak individual, we are in that humdrum difficult middle stage. The revisions are going well but slowly. I know these characters I know their strengths and weaknesses... sometimes they surprise me but not the same way they did when we first met.
I'll tell you what happened... it isn't an unusual tale. We've all been there. I was having a bad day, sitting in front of my book... deleting more than I was adding. Twiddling with the edges I suddenly craved some excitement so I did the unthinkable. I started a new story.
When I say new story that isn't strictly true. This is a story that has been tickling my brain for ten years but I started it again and put it in a different setting. Oh it was fun! It was sparkly and exciting. Who were these new people? Why were they doing what they were doing? What was going to happen?
An hour later I came back to myself with a 1,000 words written and guilt burnt across my heart.
Sheepishly I re-opened my book, I stared at my familiar characters and saw them in a new light. I recognised them for what they were, unique and well loved and mine. Reinvigorated I was back into my revisions.
And what has happened to that new story? Well it is brewing gently, simmering in the background waiting for me to be free. Do I regret it? No. Sometimes straying, a light flirtation can re-ignite your fire.
Are you a story flirt?
Come back on Thursday to hear from Susanna