What'll It Be?

I prepared my coffee, opened up my lap top, and sat down to write. Well, I wasn't going to write, I was going to revise. But as I sat and looked at the words on the page, they--I kid you not--looked like they were dancing. I watched as the e floated by and the i leaped over the m and the n.They didn't feel like stopping, no matter what I did or what page I was on. And in that single moment--I have a lot of single moments where I realize sooo much--I knew what the problem was. I didn't want to revise yet. I wanted to write.

(Much to my children's dismay, I did not make this image. But you can find it just about anywhere online.)

So The Chocolate Garden is on the back burner for a bit. I need to step away and let the story simmer a bit more, I think. Fill in the plot holes in my head but not on paper yet. And my plan? I always have one of those, you know. My plan is to take After We've Fallen chapter by chapter, tweak each word if I have to, polish it until it shines...

And then? And then?

I might query it a little more and consider...(insert drum roll, please) self publishing.

And then again, I might not. It's still early in the year.