I’ve been lucky in this dreadful time. I live way out in the countryside and have no real need to mix with people unless I want. I’ve been fortunate too in that early on I felt this was going to be a long haul and took a strategic decision on how to deal with it. Namely: work. I’ve had my head down for four solid months.
Some has involved self-publishing two books that would, in present circumstances, have taken years to come to the public through conventional means, if ever. Namely the Venetian lagoon thriller Shooter in the Shadows and my love letter to Italy in the form of the travel/history book The Appian Way.
I’m not done either. There’s one more project yet to come this year and early next I’ll have a new novel out in the mainstream, a standalone story set in Venice. Oh, and there’s the audiobook of The Appian Way which is taking far longer to complete than I ever expected because audio is so very hard to do.
All the same the work phase of my pandemic is coming to an end and it’s time to face up to facts. Normally after I finish a project I have a variety of ideas to choose from for the next one, and the battle is deciding which one to pick.
This time round I’m stuck. I haven’t a clue what to write next and I’m wondering if I’m alone.
Let me try to explain…